Spring is unique and never repeating like the flow time. Though the year officially begins in winter it is only being concerned as a new year when we begin to see the grass grow, the first leaves hanging from the branches and the first flowers opening to show us their colorful petals. Only at the moment when we see the birds return and make themselves new nest we begin to feel that the spring is there and that the last year is nothing more but another bit of our past.

Spring is like a morning of a long day. Like a river it can wash away the past. It can make some memories disappear and return the other ones. It can take away the sorrow and bring...