It is autumn, the leaves of the Maple trees are of beautiful bright red. It tantalizes viewers as the light of the setting sun shines right through the trees. As I go walk around and step on the dry leaves, I love the crunching sound of it. I sat on the ground and gazed all around me. I lifted my face and felt the warm rays of the sun. I closed my eyes and imagined myself. It should be a wonderful sight, me on a throne of different shades of autumn, crowned by the tender glimpses of the late afternoon light, carried away by the cool and gentle breeze that promises the night.
As I walk home, I can’t help but admire the clean pathways, freshly replaced red bricks that added colors as I walk. It’s almost dark and the lights of the skyscrapers are turning on, one by one. Suddenly they are visible. It is not that they disappear at daylight but with the smog around, there is nothing interesting to see. It somehow makes me long for the all year summer in Cebu where there is lot of sun by day and lots of stars by night.
Soon it will be winter. How time flies! The very thought of the chilly air it brings gives bitterness to my heart. It usually is the most uncomfortable time of the year for me. We need to wear layers of clothes to warm us up. It eats up time to put clothes on and when it’s done, I would look fluffy and fat. However, I look forward to snow. It paints the place all white. Suddenly, the gloom will turn to bright. The gracefulness of the falling snowflakes decorates the trees so peacefully. The picture won’t be complete if my footsteps are not on the ground.
These will be memories that I will keep. It won’t be long and I will be going back to Cebu. No more change of seasons, autumn leaves nor snow. The good thing is I would be leaving on spring time. It is my favorite season of the year. I would take my time then, visit the places as long as I can. It would be nice to smell the fresh air mixed with the scent of the new grown leaves for the last time. Pamper myself by lying down on bed of violets, run around fully blossomed Sakura trees and bring home yellow and red roses.
It would be hard to say goodbye, to all the familiar faces that makes the place home. Funny, for 7 years, I have not learned Mandarin but for a few survival words. Yet, amazingly, there are those I choose to call trusted locals. The smile and the kind gestures that they give are enough to make me feel I belong. No need for words.
I will not stop writing. I will not stop describing the world as I see it. How it inspires me to live, to feel and to move on. Wherever I maybe, whenever I can!
As I walk home, I can’t help but admire the clean pathways, freshly replaced red bricks that added colors as I walk. It’s almost dark and the lights of the skyscrapers are turning on, one by one. Suddenly they are visible. It is not that they disappear at daylight but with the smog around, there is nothing interesting to see. It somehow makes me long for the all year summer in Cebu where there is lot of sun by day and lots of stars by night.
Soon it will be winter. How time flies! The very thought of the chilly air it brings gives bitterness to my heart. It usually is the most uncomfortable time of the year for me. We need to wear layers of clothes to warm us up. It eats up time to put clothes on and when it’s done, I would look fluffy and fat. However, I look forward to snow. It paints the place all white. Suddenly, the gloom will turn to bright. The gracefulness of the falling snowflakes decorates the trees so peacefully. The picture won’t be complete if my footsteps are not on the ground.
These will be memories that I will keep. It won’t be long and I will be going back to Cebu. No more change of seasons, autumn leaves nor snow. The good thing is I would be leaving on spring time. It is my favorite season of the year. I would take my time then, visit the places as long as I can. It would be nice to smell the fresh air mixed with the scent of the new grown leaves for the last time. Pamper myself by lying down on bed of violets, run around fully blossomed Sakura trees and bring home yellow and red roses.
It would be hard to say goodbye, to all the familiar faces that makes the place home. Funny, for 7 years, I have not learned Mandarin but for a few survival words. Yet, amazingly, there are those I choose to call trusted locals. The smile and the kind gestures that they give are enough to make me feel I belong. No need for words.
I will not stop writing. I will not stop describing the world as I see it. How it inspires me to live, to feel and to move on. Wherever I maybe, whenever I can!