A tender breeze in the warm evening light. Small groups have colonised the park. Like marmots. Sitting, chatting, turning their heads to check what is happening around them. Turning their heads like don’t believing what’s happening around them. Laughs, music, mumbling. Life has changed, has dressed up. Shapes become visible. Everything is blossoming. Cherry, chestnut, people, even me. Life is back. The end seems far away. Seems it never has been as far away as on this floating evening in May.