Peeking outside my window, it seems spring has arrived with its wardrobe of pink finery. Looking inside, it is nevertheless winter. Summer is actually a good time. Green leaves, summer flowers, genteel nature. Then there is autumn, or fall as they say here. Suddenly love is in the air ... trees, riverside walks, even the clouds floating in the river look happy. Then strides in winter. It eventually starts getting depressing and you dream of the good ol' times. You cannot wait for the spring, because often future will not replay the past.
You remember the sparkle in the raindrop on a leaf that few even cared to notice, you remember the smile of the bar girl that was not to earn extra tip, you remember the sudden flutter of the pigeons when you walked past them ... all the silly moments that enriched your life nonetheless. Sometimes the phoenix rises without a purpose, just to glorify the fact that imagination need not die... my voice of appreciation for some such moments that I witnessed (a snippet):
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Ode to you
O' flower of life.
Ode to your dance in the breeze,
The spirit you hide,
in the core of your heart.
Your grace in the sun,
Sing an ode to thee.
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