Tunnel to Spring,Paris

冷たい北風が吹き荒れる日ですら、陽光が春めいている。
暖冬の今年は白銀の楽しみに名残惜しさを感じながらも、重いコートに袖を通す気がしなくなった自分に気が付いた。
軽やかな白いシャツ一枚で過ごせる春を心待ちにしながらも、残雪をいつまで楽しめるか思いを巡らすトンネルに今僕は居るようだ。

Spring has come. So has the allergy season arrived. My nose won’t stop running as I enjoy seeing flowers bloom on the sidewalk with itchy eyes. Every season, I feel torn apart between loving the nature and been wanting to wear a helmet to shut myself from the warm pollen breeze. Not wanting to admit that my body is unable to enjoy natural spring air, I say to myself, “My body is ‘over-excited’ for the arrival of beautiful spring at the end of the long cold winter.”