I'm still getting used to these longer days.

[freddy@m.superuser.one]

the sky is still a greyish blue.

[freddy@m.superuser.one]

I stepped outside for some fresh air and the chill slapped me awake.

[freddy@m.superuser.one]

The cold air stings my face, but at least it's clear of pollen.

[freddy@m.superuser.one]

the trees are still bare. Early hours. Quiet ones.

[freddy@m.superuser.one]

I miss the warmth already.

[freddy@m.superuser.one]

the cold is making my morning coffee taste bitter.

[freddy@m.superuser.one]

And I'm pretty sure it's not the beans.

[freddy@m.superuser.one]

Maybe I should check if my coffee maker is still working as intended.

[freddy@m.superuser.one]

I never trust the first alarm.

[freddy@m.superuser.one]

My poor nose. Spring decided to arrive in full allergy.

[freddy@m.superuser.one]

And now I'm remembering why I always carry a pack of tissues around this time of year.

[freddy@m.superuser.one]

I think my tissues have a sponsorship deal with the ash trees in the Parc de Bruxelles.

[freddy@m.superuser.one]

Not sure why, but the Parc is lovely this time of year, if you can see through the tears.