Spring time in Skandinavia.

Spring time. You know the time of year when "det gör ont när knoppar brister". The pain of life breaking out is all around us. On saturday I woke up and heard bird singing outside. Tiny flowers are pushing theird yellow or purple leafs up through the ground, towards the warmth of the spring sun. But spring doesn't mean summer. Spring time doesn't mean that winter time is defeted. It still fights back. It still wants to be a part of our lifes and so goes the days of spring time by. One moment the sun is shining down on us, warming us and bringing some colour to our pale skins. Next moment the cold winds are grabbing our coats and so often bringing rain or even snow. But the beauty of spring time is that we know that in the end winter is going to loose and summer is coming. So we can bear with these backlashes by cuddling up inside with a movie and a cup if tea and now and then throw a glare towards the snow outside the window thinking, soon soon the sun will be here again.

Sunday on Lilla torg in Malmö.


Monday on Sjælør Boulevard in København.