Ha llegado la primavera

Ha llegado la primavera

Por Ollie

Entonces, estoy sentada en la oficina, escuchando música y hablando con un chico en Hinge. El clima de hoy está súper soleado y, según esto, tengo un estado de ánimo más positivo. Quería escribir un blog esta semana, pero acabo de tener la idea de escribirlo en español para practicar. No sé sobre qué tema voy a escribir, pero creo que escribir es una actividad súper relajante y tranquila.

Me parece que cuando el clima está mejor, me siento mejor. Aunque tenga planes divertidos o no, es difícil sentirse triste cuando está soleado afuera. El calor del sol en la cara o la vista de un cielo azul. La gente reunida en las calles y una sensación compartida de haber superado el invierno.

Nunca me ha importado mucho la primavera. Mi estación favorita es el otoño, debido a Halloween y al ambiente acogedor. Por supuesto, el invierno es popular por la Navidad, y a todo el mundo le encanta el verano. ¿Pero la primavera? ¿No es la menos interesante? Para nosotros los británicos, no hay eventos especiales; nadie tiene muchas ganas de la Pascua, y después del Día de San Valentín solo queda esperar hasta junio.

Sin embargo, para mí, la primavera es la calma después de la tormenta. El premio sutil después del frío y la oscuridad. La primavera es un tiempo para cambios pequeños pero importantes. Pienso en la limpieza de primavera: tirar la ropa, la basura y los pensamientos negativos fuera de casa y de la mente también. Y pensar en el verano: en vacaciones divertidas y cálidas. Es un tiempo para hacer un picnic con buenos amigos y ver cómo los árboles ganan sus hojas. Y para ver a los animales despertando de su hibernación.

Sí, por mi estado de ánimo de hoy, necesito la primavera para reflexionar, hacer cambios y, lo más importante, apreciar lo que ya tengo. Un paseo relajante en la naturaleza, escuchar a los pájaros en los árboles y despertar con los rayos dorados del sol por la ventana. Sí, la primavera da la bienvenida a una nueva época y señala el comienzo del verano.

Ayer, en mi pausa para comer, estaba caminando por las calles de la ciudad, con mi música sonando y mis gafas de sol. Vi todo tipo de personas disfrutando del día, tomando café con hielo, riendo con sus amigos y felices de estar afuera. Sentí esa sensación de felicidad compartida y esperanza por el verano. Todos disfrutamos el día.

 

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