Spring makes me yawn more than any other time of the year. It is not a question of tiredness, rather of a continuous desire to yawn that comes over me at certain times of the day. I show you the birth of some of my most thunderous and full yawns, interspersed and preceded by all the typical expressions of the face of a yawn or a quasi-yawn, I open my mouth yawning, I'll show you the details of my uvula and my throat ...