Although at least a few weeks too early, spring is seriously knocking on the door.
Early this morning, after having climbed halfway up the hill, I'm standing still and looking out over the valley. Everything is beautifully lit by the sun which has just risen above the top of the hill. Only the deepest part of the valley - where, far below me, a small river runs - is deprived of the sunshine by a layer of clouds.
Then, even before I hear their characteristic cries, I see them. Three majestic birds, flying just above the tree tops, their white plumage turned into gold by the light of the early morning sun. A few moments later, they pass almost straight over my head, their wings beating loudly and their throats producing that beautiful trumpeting sound. What a way to start the day. It's a fantastic feeling, witnessing the arrival of this year's first swans.