The grey period

This is the psycological coldest period in the whole year. May and june with five degrees Celsius, cold, cold Eastern wind, and a thick, grey layer of fog up in the sky.

I`m standing at the window with my coffeecup, just watching it all. Nothing else to do.

My "forest", which I planted ten years ago in my garden, is still very, very small. And it knows that there`s no reason to show off with any green leaves for a long time yet. After ten years of experience.
A sparrow tries to sit on one of the thin branches. But it finds out that it`s best to wait at least another ten years.

And up in a pole a seagull screams so loud it goes through both my marrow and bones.