I will simply call it ‘Easter state of mind’.  Going back, it was truly the holiday that evoked Narnia-like world of ephemeral flowers awaking to the warm rays of sun, and everything that was delicate and wonderful and bound to disappear any moment. Wildflowers were at arms’ reach, when I was growing up, all you needed to do was to go to the end of the fields to a magical stream and cove called “debrza“, and pick to you heart’s content. Then, there were larch trees growing at the property, planted by my grandfather.  By the time I was in college, most of them had fallen in a particularly powerful…