OPINION COLUMN #26
Spring is blooming and I can only realise I am among those who walk their autumn during spring times. I always thought it was reversed, I surely walk my spring during fall times. I never really thought about it the other way around…. But it does make sense: one can’t go without the other. How could I hope for two springs when everyone else only has one?
Fall is my favorite season in the whole world, I often write about it.. Not only because it is my birthday, I am too old for that. But because time is flying at the perfect pace, at my own nervous system’s pace. You are invited to go back inside, but, when you need some fresh air, the sun keeps shining a sweet and perfect glow. Nature slows down and it suits me better than running spring.
In spring, you are asked to get out, no matter how you feel or think. There is no choice. Your body needs its vitamine D and you have to feel alive even if you are slow as a snail, if you are broken as a heart.
My own inner contradictions don’t prevent me from having a real spring passion, taking pictures of every blossom like a promised hope of my own rebirth.
I feel like I am walking my autumn during spring time though, to not breathe on the right hemispher. It is like a seasonal depression while the rest of the world is renewed. I feel completely off-beat. Maybe my newly German heart suffers its Frühjahrsmüdigkeit, in other words its “spring fatigue”? It seems I would feel more at home there, since it is THE seasonal depression Made in Germany, and, like often in Germany, their scientific approch of the world gave them all the answers about the why and how, they even write books about it! Maybe I was born on the wrong meridian and I should just cross the border to fully embrace my spring state with the rest of the country?
In the meanwhile, I can’t settle with the sunbeams, I don’t know what they want from me and I can’t find my proper place in the world, nor my direction in this colorful and light explosion. My nervous system is triggered and I can only dream about my perfect fall. About my last heavenly fall when everything felt like it was falling into places, when stars aligned with my wishes. But maybe was it only an illusion? And this is this spring’s offer: a planetary alignment with the rebirth’s clarity? With the sparkling enthusiast of new beginnings?
Justine T. Annezo – April, 5th 2026 – GTM+2
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