spring is a flirt…she teases with the sun one moment, the next one – spills over with the shower. within one single day she changes moods like a lady changes gloves. she is impatient like a little girl that falls into a burrow and mess the whole inburrowed world upside down with such an innocence, everyone forgives her straight away. spring is a tease. she lures into the out doors, seduces with the sparks of sunrays playing carelessly on a lawn and just when you’re out there and ready to join a game, she changes rules and hides for you to seek her out. she’s playful and fickle. she dances to the many tunes at once. the irresponsible spring. what kind of promises can she possibly make. the ones you cannot trust…