Sometimes there are moments, which should be written with a capital M. Also today.

It was raining a bit and I was walking the short trip from the bus stop to the place I had left my bicycle. I was listening to Farewell by Apocalyptica but still I could hear the sound of the rain. I jumped over the a place almost managing to save my shoes, that have already suffered quite a lot, from gettin even more dirty and walked to my bike. I dried the saddle of the bicycle with my gloves and turned the bike into the right direction. With the rain on my face I headed back home. When I looked attentively around me I could see a bit of green. Under the dead, yellow grass next to the road there was growing new life, refreshed by the rain. Nearly all the snow had melted but in the ditches, on bigger piles, in the forest, and on the shady fields there still was some. Fog was raising over the fields and still frozen lake. The rain was at the same time making colours look bighter and fading all the distant things into something grey. Cool raindrops were falling on me drawing darker dots to my olive green jacket and sticking to my glasses. The smell of the wet soil was everywhere...

That was The Moment of this day.

Then some pics. Some are taken yesterday others are a bit older.