I had forgotten. After the long winter I had forgotten the smell of fresh spring rain and a country meadow in flower. To lie in the grass, to look up into the sky and feel that any moment now, the buds will explode in bloom, chicks will hatch from eggs and people will remember anew the joy of being in love. Lighting a candle on the windowsill in the evening releases a whiff of lavender and bilberry, or marigolds picked right here in Latvia. Breathe deeply, in and out. Close your eyes. Let yourself be. There goes the almost inaudible click, and your consciousness switches to summer time. Like every year, like magic.