my favourite time of the year

there is nothing to beat the beauty of a winter evening in a tropical country.The sky acquires a blazing hue just before the sun sets and all of a suddden the day is plugged into darkness of
reminding one of the passage of time,of the interaction between life and death,of the joy and sorrow of meeting and parting.Winter indeed is the best part of the year,it is welcome in its short-lived glory.

Have you ever realised the cosiness which winter brings?It lies in the colours around us both in the world of nature and human world.People were bright colours,red and green or dark blue.these colours radiate a warmth of their own.Flowers blossom in huge clusters bringing the countryside alive with their vitality.Spring lives on the fringe on winter in the tropics.They start appearing in November and normally the flowers shows are held in late January or early February.Dahlies,Lilies,hollyhocks,popies the list is endless.Thus winter is for one not only a time of colour but also a time of fragrance.

I enjoy long walks in the evening in the winter.They seem to wrap one up .There is no heat,no stuffiness,no lethgary.The cold wind as it blows across my face leaves behind a tingling sensation.I don't like to hide my ears behind a scarf,instead i like the tip of the nose and the ears to get cold, to come alive at the touch of the wind.

winter is on its way out and the long summer days sprawl before us in their lazy, sleepy manner.