Sunday,October 31, 2010
It is just 6.23 am. here. Too early for many people to leave their warm and comfortable beds especially when the weather is getting cool. I got up more than an hour ago and went out to look up at the dim sky outside at my small balcony. Ummmm, I can feel cool breezes touching my skin. Fresh air and morning scent remind me that winter is finally arriving this year.
Winter is my favorite season. If you live in a very humid country with only three main seasons annually that are hot, hotter and hottest seasons, you will love winter like I do.
Well, we do not learn that school. At school we are taught that Thailand has three seasons: summer, rainy and winter seasons. It used to be like that when I was a little kid but later that changed. Summer became longer and the sun seemed loving Thailand too much. He stays very long and emanates his power more. April is known for the notorious month of summer heat here.
Rain still visits us and as if he wants to make sure that no one forgets him. He became moodier, with storms and torrid streams of water from the sky that later inundates places and creatures down under. Yes, this year , actually, we are facing big floods and flash floodsin many provinces around the country after heavy non-stop rain. Basic necessities are donated from the public to send for flood victims , besides support from the government and local authorities.
Winter had been faded for years. I don't remember when it started fading. My red sweater was fold and kept at the bottom of the cabinet until I forgot. I hated that sweater so much because of its very bright colour. It was my mother's choice. Like most adults, she assumed that every kid loves bright colours. I must insist that such assumption is wrong, at least to me. I prefered pastel or subtle tones. I wanted to tell her but she bought it already when I first saw it. I knew she would be happy to see me wear it. Well, if wearing that ugly sweater makes her happy, I would wear it.
This year I plan to dig out my sweaters from my small cabinet. Luckily, no more bright red sweather. Those sweaters I bought myself were in cream, pale green and black. They suit my preference. However, when I see some little girls in red sweaters, I must say they look very cute, more like sweet, little angels. Hmm, maybe my mother saw that in me when she bought that red sweather. So, red sweather was not that bad.
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