Budapest winters

I have to pen this down, before it goes away.

The snow the, the chill, the dryness.

The winter is looking for its way out. It will be off soon without a trace. Seems like it’s the cleverest of all seasons. Nothing remains of it. Unlike Summer and  Rains….which always leave some life behind. Winter will vanish like it never was … Cruel love.

I reckon, trees had shed all their greens. Many braved and even gave away their skin. With open arms, barest of bare they waited for the snow to fall.

Was it love?

May be an act of bravery. Like the trees stood in a symphonic melancholy and assembled to take the cruel.

Like they sang out allowed ‘show us how cruel can you be……… Show us..’

And unlike us when the spring arrives, the trees won’t crib of harsh snow….but boast of how they survived. Gentle life will spring and so will new tales of flowers.

There is so much to learn from a tree. They are very very quite teachers.