Autumn is my favourite time of the year. It was a safe kind of season, that brought around a change in the world around me. The long, hard summer’s heat would fade away, along with the droughts and would be replaced by a cooler, more neutral landscape. The leaves would turn from green to more exotic shades of red and orange, even yellow, and they would stay that way until they began to slowly flutter down to earth.


Spring is another of my favourite. It sets a soft rhythm to life, relishing into something warmer, neither freezing cold nor perspiring hot. Flowers, especially the Cherry Blossoms, thrive in this season, decorating the scenery with vibrant natural colours. The air always smells sweeter and filled with a cacophony of wild sounds, exclusive to this period of time. These last until the air swelters and the brilliant sun scorches the earth; before you even notice, spring has turned its back on you.