Since the beginning of February, spring has inexorably knocked on our doors. The early seasonal change dramatically affected the landscape. What would usually appear barren and lifeless around this time of the year now resembles a fully awakened late spring scenery with lush greens and colourful foliage. Trees awaken from their slumber and are budding and blooming, filling the air with opulent redolence. Walking the streets is like wading through thick, transparent clouds of flowery fragrances in a luxurious perfumery - a symphony of scents for the nose. The lengthening daylight, accompanied by the warm embrace of the sun works its magic, elevate the soul and warm us up, banishing the remnants of dismal winter greyness.
When I woke up this morning, I knew the day wouldn't be an active one. Nothing sinister happened that would have suggested anything unexpected; it was rather one of those intuitions that depicted how the events of the day would unfold. This gut feeling strengthened when I grabbed Abby's leash and took her for her early morning walk. She was as inactive as I was, and the speed and length of our walk corroborated this theory. We ambled back to the house momentarily. After this painfully short-lived stroll with a surprisingly exhausted canine, I sat in front of the TV, munched my breakfast and slurped the much-needed black nectar in the form of a strong espresso. What a surreal still-life this was. Especially considering how many episodes we have watched from one of the currently watched series. As my system started to absorb the caffeine, switching my wee brain into the first gear, the haze dissipated over today's schedule. Harnessing this ephemeral clear state, I rushed into...
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