There is no wind today.

As the wind stops, the sun is felt. Now, at 7 in the morning, we are still below zero, but spring today is a certainty.

The birds sing and are very active. Already at dawn they fluttered and chirped, without brakes.

I am waiting for the swallows. For a moment, I seemed to see one, but I don't know ...

The first ones who arrive, find themselves under the roof of the neighbor's stable, only a few days and start to arrange the nests left last year.

I have often thought about them, about their crazy migrations.

I think what it will be nice to see them again circling the pool. They whiz, glide and dive, fast ... even when, as now, there is little water in the winter cover sheet.

In June, when we open the pool, they are like crazy. They come together and take turns immersing themselves in a frenzied flutter. 

 They seem happy.

In the morning and towards evening, you look enchanted and enraptured, their continuous dives. Sometimes, now accustomed to our presence, they immerse themselves even if you are there, inside the pool.A joyful and incomparable spectacle that, if you sit there and look at them, lying on a deckchair, you would like to never end.

We have tried a thousand times to photograph them or make a video of them. However, seeing and hearing them in real life is unparalleled: the sheep bleat in the distance, you can barely hear a bell, a little breeze with the sun still warming, the birds chirp in a thousand different languages, the bees buzz over the lavenders ...and you motionless, watching the daily dance of the swallows in the pool.

Seeing is believing, how relaxing it is to attend these daily rituals, savoring the thousand scents of this air, of the meadows, of the flowers, of the elderberry trees ...

With these sweet memories of mine, I leave you: I'm too curious to go and see if it's true that the swallows have arrived!