Of the whole office I must have looked clumsy today
wearing a heavy jacket while everybody else had put on
summer clothes, short sleeve T-shirts, thin blouses. I
realized that it was getting warmer yesterday, and yet I
was too sluggish to turn over to the new climate.

I love warm days of late spring till early summer. It may
be safe to draw an assumption that nobody hates them. Not
only do I feel physically comfortable, sentimentally I
receive beautiful audio and visual thrills through Nature's
raving beauty.

Ever since invention of words, literaturists have abused
depicting with their magical pens beauty of spring and
summer-Flowers, warm sunshine, chirping birds, blue sky,
green trees and grasses¡­Everything has been included to
sketch a fascinating picture. Still, people are not fed up
with writing and reading essays about these best days of a
year.

We listen to Nature, observe the world, and give wings to
our imagination, and different people will have different
appreciations of what's so beautiful around them. Walking
home through my residence garden, I was sentimentally
touched and spiritually inspired by the magnificent picture
around me.

A statue of a lady holding a lovely goat sits in front of
the main gate. I would look at her every day when I came
back from office. She was always stained. Today, for the
first time since I moved in, she surprised me with her
natural beauty, newly-washed body exposing the white marble
make, motherly eyes on the goat. I was feeling like
walking into a new garden!

The two guards smiled at me, as they did to everyone else.
Their humble, sweet smiles relieved me of long hours'
meeting weariness. Strolling ahead, I smelled aroma of
flowers, before pockets of colors had a chance to dazzle my
eyes. When I was still merrily intoxicated in a whirl of
fragrance, a big noise of water led me to the fountain pool,
once dry and dead, which was singing with 12 columns of
water shooting straight up, and descending to quietness.
Cool water drops splashed all about, touching my face.

A couple of steps ahead lay the swimming pool. The water
was so blue that it seemed to invite me to jump in. It
dyed blue the white tiles at the bottom of the pool; in the
middle was a miniature island on which stood a few palm
trees; a few meters away from the island was a small bridge
connecting both sides of the pool. People would feel like
walking by the ocean.

I must have been too slow to realize the seasonal changes
in my residence. I did not know when flowers had started
to bloom, when the lawns had been mowed, and when the
grasses had turned thicker. My nose was more sensitive
than my eyes, and reminded me of the greens all about me by
the unique smell of spring. Then everything in front of me
was new-The pavement had been washed clean; the dustbin had
been replaced; plants that used to be boring became much
more beautiful; the sky was never misty and dull. And I did
hear birds singing. In the last two years I've been
enjoying them in early morning and late afternoon, but I've