this is the season of imagination,

this is the season where the odors are sweet

and the memories are colorful.

it is a natural extacy 

it makes me creative 

and everything make perfect sense 

all the birds are singing melodies for lovers

all the trees are celebrating their ability of standing naked through the winter 

all the rivers are becoming a place to play and not to cry .

and all the faces are beautiful because they smile.

this is the season where 

day dreaming is legal
and it's absolutely normal
to have a 3 hours conversation 

about a unicorn u saw the other day