Cold, bubly air

There is a new batch of trees flowering outside and the weather is nice. This incredibly beautiful spring means one thing. I can't breathe. There are pink and white trees all over the place and their smell is suffocating. My muscles are sore as if I spent hours exercising not just been walking around. I wake up short of breath and tired. And changing for Daylights Saving Time hasn't helped. So instead of enjoying the sun and 20-something temperatures I dream of beautiful world of ice and bottled air:

Fishing under ice from Juuso Mettälä on Vimeo.