Time for you!

I rub my eyes and the light of the winter sun shines diffusely through the closed cloudy sky. It is time to think of you. The days have been longer again and the blackbirds are chirping their songs, which are most beautiful in winter. It is time to think of you. The words flow through my head and take hold. I start to write. It is time to think about you because next spring is sure to come. The hope remained to see you again, a short smile, the first words