(It hurts) när knoppar brister.

Every year it is the same surprise when nature finally decides to take on summer. The year so far has been grey, grey, grey, rain, cold, snow, rain, windy, grey..... and then one day when you walk out the door it´s all green, flowers, icecreams and short skirts. Love is in the air. Spring is here, for real this time. Best proof of that is that Christian is in love. Again. This time with some barely legal, barely swedish and more probably impossible girl.

What time is love?