By nadin-zakrevska on Skatehive
EN Hello, everyone. Spring is a kind of annual lecture we all attend—one where the subject remains the same, but the lessons feel new every time. I love exploring these cozy Lviv courtyards. Damp laundry hangs on lines stretched across the space, swaying in the breeze as it dries. Beneath my feet, there’s a carpet of green grass and blossoms—a living tapestry where the fabric of life itself is woven alongside the flowers. These quiet courtyards always stir a certain "spring melancholy" in me. Everything has begun to bloom so suddenly. Not just day by day, but hour by hour. The bushes are already showing off their new leaves. We barely have time to take it in before the periwinkle and violets appear. The forsythia stretches its yellow-petaled branches toward the blue sky. The colors are fresh, vibrant, and lush—a feast for the eyes. This spring melancholy isn't sadness; it’s the quiet realization of how fast time flies against the backdrop of such a riotous bloom. If I could speak the l