It will come. The day when it all begins again. The sun will shine, colours will glow, and it will be as if someone has repainted the world.
The one day, on which everything will weigh a little less. The air will be soft, and lighter. It will smell of flowers. Of freshly mown grass.
And in the moment when the first rays of sunlight tickle our noses, it will be as if it had never been gone.
Summer is coming. We will be there.