April već privodi svoje dane kraju, sve se više oseća dah proleća. Jutros me je probudila kiša, vodila sam dete u vrtić i u povratku udahnula svež kišoviti dan. Taj miris kiše u proleće… Kako to opisati? To je doživljaj svih čula, miriše trava, miriše drveće nekom posebnom svežinom koja, za razliku od jesenjih kiša, greje.

Ako ste imali tu sreću da provodite proleća negde u prirodi, kao što sam ja sve prolećne i većinu letnjih raspusta provodila u Aranđelovcu kod babe i dede, u krošnjama Bukovičkog parka i senkama prohladnih povečerja sa Bukulje, možda i vas miris kiše u proleće vrati u mladost.

Nisam nešto posebno nostalgična, ali taj miris mokre šume, pokisle nedavno pokošene trave, taj osećaj da vreme ne teče u tom savršenom trenutku bezbrižnosti i mladalačkog sanjarenja, kao da je ostao zapisan zauvek u mojim nozdrvama.

Srećna sam i zahvalna što sam danas, na tren, ponovo bila devojčica zagledana u oblake i zaljubljena u život koji tek dolazi.

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April is already counting its last days, the spring spirit can be scented in the air. This morning the rain woke me up, I was walking my kid to the kindergarten and on my way back home I was breathing in fresh rainy day. That smell of the rain in the springtime… How to describe it? It is a full all senses experience, the grass smells, the trees smell of some exceptional freshness that, unlike rains in fall, warms you.

If you were lucky enough to spend your springs somewhere in the nature, like I was spending all my spring breakes and most of the summer vacations in Arandjelovac with my grandparents, in the treetops of the Bukovik Park and the shadows of chilly taps from the mountain Bukulja, maybe the smell of rain in the spring brings you back to the youth too.

I am not especially nostalgic, but that smell of the wet forest, of wet recently cut grass, that feeling that time does not flow in that perfect moment of carelessness and youthful daydreaming, as if it remained written forever in my nostrils.

I am happy and grateful that today, for a moment, I was again a girl staring at the clouds and in love with the life that is yet to come.

Tijana Stupljanin