Somewhere from the past
The spring day opens with the same gentle pace as the new blooms. The earthy wands of the trees, those limbs that stretch into the sky, are polka-dot green with so many new buds. They have shed their winter covers, the layers they sheltered within, and now bravely seek the sun, renewed in her brilliance. The winter time has passed in its somber majesty from the home of the two people, and the woman there was about to give birth. Having brought us skies of richly marbled greys and trees so elegant in their bare beauty.
On this spring day, Elena sees the flowers that are to colour her world for the warmer days to come, waving in the breeze like a smile born of the cosmos - happiness in brilliant shades. She lets her eyes flow from tree to tree, noticing the buds rea
