Foggy spring morning in forest. The trees have not yet woken up, they stand with bare branches, but the life juices have already flowed and life has flowed from the roots to the crown. The swelling buds are still invisible and the morning frost makes the bark of trees crackle. Only primroses and young grass suggest, a little more and life will rise and spring will come. The cold recedes with great reluctance, but he no longer rules, he has already lost … Spring is coming, open all roads for spring!