Is it the long winter, that makes us fall in love with the miracle of the first spring flowers? Is it their fragile beauty and tiny size that make us love them? Falling in love is, in many times, a matter of contrast. We fall for the little ones, for the exotic ones, for the careless ones. Only to realize that we are so different.
First days of Spring are first days if running through the woods again after the heavy winter snow, and exploring these little jewels is connected to movement, solitude, silence and happiness.