Denatured by Nature

Let's be honest: Sometimes it gets all of us - well at least this counts for me: After a long dusty and grey winter, the very first sunrays touching smoothly the dried rosebuds of last season, the smell of honey and fresh earth, shivers from the last breath of the coldness... The emergence of green amid brown leaves and mossy tree truncs... The wind singing a song of its lonely life, whistling above your head, the milky-crystal gurgles of a young streamlet...
Summer, wishing back those lemon moments; winterday, longing for its cracking warmth.
Oh could I just break out of this ludicrous situation to get this feeling right now! But it seems that we first have to erect the tower before we can start contemplating its magnificent view...So don't rush and just wait a little more...