Well:
Spring is done by setting light upon you. You step out of doors and find the air somehow full,on dense. Air particles no longer contain the kind of vacuum like in winter; what the air is full of we don't know, let's call it light. Or maybe this way: the light is all of a suddenpacked with air. Anyway, you are besieged by the so'called airlight , like the Turks on Vienna. You go out of doors, and there you run onto a four-year-old girl who waves to you with her pink glove, shouting joyfully:'Unckle, you've got a beard.haven't you!' It is as simple as that.

(aare pilv)