It was a lovely, bright spring morning with a blue sky, and early spring bird song: blue tit, chaffinch, and those blackbirds who risked to stay overwinter. I was on my way to my duties, and chance had it that I get off the bus one stop later than normally. Luckily it wasn't much farther than the earlier stop.
As I stepped into the bright pale sunlight I head something peculiar: a light rain was falling. The asphalt was dry, though, and the sky cloudless. I turned to look to my left: the tiny batch of young birches was bleeding diamonds.
It was too bright to get a proper photo and I'm afraid I don't know how to post the short video I filmed at a high enough quality.
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| Here's an artsy-fartsy photo instead.1 |
If you have guesses (educated or not), please feel free to comment below.
Have a lovely April, and welcome to my blog.
1. Also a pretty accurate depiction of how it feels to step from a dim bus to bright spring sunlight.↩

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