It’s that time of the year again. You know, the time of no mercy. Everything is uncovered. Naked. Not beautified by the soft white snow anymore and not in bloom yet. Just uncovered. Being true and a little bit ugly. Very vulnerable, staring at you asking “do you still love me?”. I look like this, I’m not always pretty, so do you still love me? Grass is brown and doesn’t even look like grass, graced only by the random pieces of rubbish. Sharp sun rays shine through the windows and reveal the dust and finger/ nose-prints. Do you still love me? I’m your life, I’m naked. Do you love me?
Yes we do, life. We love you. More than ever. Seeing you like this, a bit dirty and a bit worn out makes us want to hug you.