According to common wisdom, the Israeli year is made up of two seasons only: summer and non-summer (another version states a different pair: summer and a disagreable, hot summer). It makes no sense to argue about the weather, but what's happening right now can only be described as springtime, printemps, primavera, rabi'a, aviv.
It's in the blossoms: Tel-Aviv's mundane, residential Bloch street is full of hazy purple ones, a dream! it's in the dresses that make me want to compliment every woman I see (accidently bumping into a complete stranger today, I found myself saying: "pardon me, beautiful"). It's in the enormous inflated duck that appeared overnight atop our city hall, the first step in late cartoon legend Dudu Geva's plan for duckyfication of Tel-Aviv.
It's in the rebellious spirit: tomorrow a grand poetry event is planned outside a closed textile factory in the south, to protest the erosion of workers' rights in Israel. Friday the brave at heart will come to show solidarity with the Hebronites (contact me for details). Springtime has always been good for revolutions, duck-like or duck-irrelevant. Let's blossom with it.