Won’t you grab a cup of coffee and witness 10 signs that spring is getting warmer?

One of the best things about living in Europe is being able to witness the changing seasons.

Four times a year, my eyes feast on different scenes: spring, with its burgeoning blossoms, summer’s bright skies, the falling leaves of autumn, and the snowfalls of winter.

Nevertheless, while spring made it’s entrance a month and a half ago, we’ve yet to experience its warmer temperatures.

This week however, we’ve been given signs that this is about to change.

The sun has been shining, the wind’s gone on a coffee break, and the rain seems to be on hiatus.

Roxy and I have taken advantage of the lovely weather by going on long walks.

These allow us the opportunity to witness this transformation and capture it in picture form.


Lovely cherry blossoms make an appearance.

Doves perch on tree branches outside my window.
The sun encourages you to drink your coffee outside.
Dogs swim in the canal.
Parrots show their face.
Roxy sunbathes at the park.
Balconies start to look like this.
People bring out their lawn chairs.
Roxy starts doing 200 meter sprints.

What signs of spring have you witness recently?

Who’s strutting like John Travolta in “Staying Alive?”

Some people take in Broadway shows.

Others go to the theater, the ballet, and even the movies.

Roxy and I?
We go to the park.

It doesn’t matter what day it is, if it’s cold or hot, or if it’s crowded or not.

Walks in the park always allow us to witness something extraordinary.

Today’s entertainment was provided by a pair of crows.

I’ll be honest and admit that I’ve never liked crows.

Perhaps it has to do with the fact that crows are often portrayed as harbingers of death, or seen as a bad omen.

Or maybe it’s because we see them circling corpses like vultures in films, or that farmers have to put up scarecrows to keep them away from crops.

Or maybe it’s the fact that they’re completely black and black is such a somber color.

In spite of this, as Roxy and I sat on a bench across the tram tracks this morning, we couldn’t help but be captivated as these little guys strutted their stuff Travolta style.

Roxy sat mesmerized as each bird literally walked from left to right; one little claw in front of the other.

They seemed unperturbed by our presence and whenever a tram was coming, they’d swiftly get out of the way and return to the scene after it had passed.

This reminded me of the popular film scene where the protagonist is about to be hit by a train, but manages to roll out of the way in the nick of time.

Time seemed to stand still as we watched the show.

I happily snapped photos from a distance, while Roxy kept her eye on the performers.

Because I had to zoom in, the photos are a bit grainy, but I think you’ll still be able to admire their spectacle.

As Roxy and I gathered our belongings before heading home, I realized that these crows, while not the type of bird many people would sit and watch, had provided us with a pleasant time.

I had laughed, Roxy had relaxed, and we had both seen something we’d never seen before: a crow strutting his stuff.

I was humbled as I realized that while I didn’t think it was an attractive bird, the crows obviously thought they were the hottest things on the tram tracks this morning.

This leads me to conclude that we all have something to learn from my friends the crows, and it’s that, if you believe you’re beautiful, then you are; what others think is irrelevant.

It’s as simple as that.

When was the last time you strutted your stuff?

Does true love exist?

cc licensed ( BY NC ) flickr photo shared by Brandon Christopher Warren

I want to believe in true love. I really do.

The idealist in me wants to think that the theory of soul mates exists; that your other half is out there, somewhere, waiting for you to find him or her so you can grow old together.

I want to believe that agape transcends difficulties, obstacles, and any curve ball life throws at you.

A part of me wants to harbor hope that when you meet the person you’re meant to be with, you will grow old with him or her.

In good times and bad times, in sickness and in health, till death do us part.

How utterly beautiful.

And yet, the realist in me rationalizes that love is fickle; that it can be shallow and fleeting.

Logic tells me that most people don’t stay in a relationship because they harbor all-consuming love.

Instead, they stay because change is hard.

Change inspires fear; rocks stability; threatens our sense of security and wreaks havoc on our nerves.

This dual stance on love often finds me at war with myself.

It makes me doubt whether I should have faith in romantic love, or continue to question whether love is an illusion.

Today something happened that caused me to lean in one direction.

As the Significant Other, Roxy, and I sat sunning ourselves on a park bench, our attention was drawn to what appeared to be a tender scene.

An elderly couple drove up in their motorized wheelchairs and parked a few yards in front of us.

They silently gazed at the pond and smiled at each other.

After a few minutes, the gentleman got out of his wheelchair and diligently adjusted his partner’s oxygen tank.

We saw him lean close to her ear and whisper something.

She smiled at what he said.

He then sat down again, only to get up a second time to readjust her tank.

For a moment I thought, I’ve been wrong to doubt love.

Here’s an example of how love can be unconditional; how one evidently makes sacrifices for a loved one.

I whispered to the Significant Other, “Isn’t that romantic? Isn’t that lovely?” and he whispered back, “The fact that he’s lighting a cigarette or that he’s actually smoking it two feet from her oxygen tank?”

Here he is, reaching in his pocket for his cigarettes.

Needless to say, we hustled out of there before the poor, unfortunate woman’s tank blew.

So does true love exist?

If anything, today’s example has taught me that no matter how much we say we love a person, there are times where we’re unable to put their needs before ours.

And until I see evidence to the contrary, I’m reserving the right to decide, one way or the other.

How about you? Do you believe in true love?