Monday, October 17, 2005
October. Fall.
The only reminder of the seasons in tropical Singapore is the rain, painting the skies with my favourite color -- melancholic gray. The time when things seem to slow and draw to a close, before rebirthing in the new year.
This is also a beautiful season. The very word conjures up images of trees ablaze with rich autumn colours. Having enjoyed the freshness of spring, and the heat of summer, they declare the fullness they have had through the past year. And then, one by one, the leaves start to fall, detaching themselves. Preparing for the cold winter that is to come.
Fall is here, and I will savour each and every moment.
The only reminder of the seasons in tropical Singapore is the rain, painting the skies with my favourite color -- melancholic gray. The time when things seem to slow and draw to a close, before rebirthing in the new year.
This is also a beautiful season. The very word conjures up images of trees ablaze with rich autumn colours. Having enjoyed the freshness of spring, and the heat of summer, they declare the fullness they have had through the past year. And then, one by one, the leaves start to fall, detaching themselves. Preparing for the cold winter that is to come.
Fall is here, and I will savour each and every moment.
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