Yesterday there was suddenly sun. Really light. Hot.
That first moment when you feel: okay, here we are again.
It made me genuinely happy. Windows open. Jacket off. No weeks of gray weather for a while.
So I thought: let's go to the park. My puppy will love this too.
He did that too. I think.
Apparently everyone had the same idea. The park was full.
Dogs were busier than usual. People too.
Dogs that normally go quietly on their rounds just kept going. People who had not seen each other for months had to catch up in one afternoon. Each puppy was “so cute.” Every owner “so enthusiastic”.
And I noticed something in myself.
I'm happy with sun. But I don't need people there.
That sounds rude. It's not. It's fair. I can intensely enjoy light, air, space. But busyness costs me energy.
My puppy too, as it turned out.
In the moment it seemed pleasant. He played, ran, got attention.
But at home I saw it turning. Not tired of contentment, but tired of too much.
Restless sleep. Shorter fuse. Respond faster. And honestly? Me, too.
We have been recovering for a few days now. More peace. More structure. Less stimuli.
What stays with me is this: I was happy with the sun.
But I had underestimated what “fun” does to us.
Sometimes something is nice and yet not good in that form.
Maybe that is the real spring feeling for me: choose what suits you. Don't automatically go along with what everyone else is doing.
