The Spring Maiden arrives on the breeze. The spring wind ripples across the river, stirring gentle waves; it brushes the willow branches, setting them dancing in graceful motion; it sweeps over blossoming treetops, and thus, flowers burst forth in a riot of colors, smiling at you...
Spring caresses you like a mother’s hand, warm and tender; spring flutters like a young girl’s skirt brushing your cheek, light as a feather; the spring wind plays like a maiden on a harp, soft and sweet. Everything feels so natural, so harmonious.
The willow wind is not cold upon the face. Wandering in the genial sunshine, I find myself lost in the colorful season of spring.
Taken on April 10, 2013
