Stockholm spring

Spring has definitely come to Stockholm. It's not as warm as one might wish, nor is it as sunny, but it's a far cry from the past months' snowy winter weather. In celebration of spring's dawdling arrival I went out for a jog this morning, and it actually felt better than I thought it would, if you don't consider the fact that I almost passed out when I finally stopped, after running up a hill. I bent over to tie my shoelaces, and all of a sudden the world started spinning. It passed quickly, though, and I could soon continue my walk home.

Now I've just baked a cake, and I'm going to make some coffee to put in a thermos, and then I'm meeting up with a friend for a celebratory spring picknick in the park. I don't think it's actually warm enough for a picknick, my thermometer says it's 10 degrees, but it faces the sun, which is admittedly hidden by some light clouds, so is probably not completely trustworthy.

Nevertheless, a picknick we are going to have, even if it means being covered up in coats and scarves and freezing half to death. I'm determined to live life as though it were spring with the motto, fake it till you make it. If I fake it long enough, spring will indubitably be upon us before we know it, am I right? And I'll have my coffee to warm me up if my plan, contrary to expectations, fails...