Meanwhile back home it’s the occasional rain and sunshine that helps us getting through the wide tunnel of grayness and cumbersome times. The month march is always a hit or miss, and we definitely came back home when the cold was still present.

As such there was no need for coffee as the cold winds from the east blew my eyes wide awake, in the early mornings when bringing Novi back to his first days of Kindergarten. We did miss it, but at the same time – obviously- we didn’t.

Rainbows only come after, before the Summer kicks in. When the rain meets the sun. That’s what I call hope. Or is it wishful thinking. Rain how I missed you. You make me long for the sun. The sun that I so much despise in the desert.