When all your dreams are made of strawberry lemonade

The scent of spring hanging in the air, the dreaming begins.
The mood is light and airy, the bounce returns to your step and even though sometimes you don't get all the sleep you should, life still feels good.
Being outside no longer means wearing 20 layers of fleece, shaking convulsively and having red hands. It's about lingering.
Loafting.
Passing time without worry. Sitting on outdoor patios with friends, taking long drives on country roads, the radio full blast, sunglasses in full effect. Counting the days until you can breathe in the fresh, pine-infused northern air. Dive headfirst into cool water. Shedding winter skin, hoping for a fresh start.
This time of year is about renewal - the feeling that this year will be better than the last. New goals, new aspirations, new dreams, hopes and fears. Having the ability to cope with life's curveballs made much easier with a bench, a coffee and a good friend.
Falling can be good.
Falling into daydreams. Spending some time with your head in the clouds after months of facing a harsh reality. Falling headfirst into something new. Standing on the edge of summer, awaiting the plunge.
Drowning in dreams.

Wodsworth Lake, Kaszuby

P.S. I will return un-Prozaced Kasia to you soon. Don't know what happened. I'm sure my melancholic state will be short-lived. I prefer angry and cynical.