Spring is easier.
Light wakes up in the morning. It may be grey light, but nevertheless, it’s light.
Rain washes the sandy pavements, floods rinse small stones into the gutters.
Pushing the wheelchair is almost like a dance when there’s no snow and ice.
Feet won’t slip and slide.
No weighty loads on the back, getting rid of the heavy winter coat. Balls and chains loosen.
Hands aren’t freezing, the grip is only cold.
Tears don’t compose an icy sonata of pearls on the cheek.
Spring is easier in many ways.
Easier. Not easy.