Seasons fade in and out like soft lullabies, their transitions slow but never faltering. Like mother earth herself they only turn in one direction, always onward, never back. As they wax and wane the pace of life changes. During the holidays, everyone is high energy, all systems go. With the first touch of new years, and well into the crisp feel moving over the high-rises and suburbia like a shallow wave, a quieter pace sets in. Dry winter sets in, flatter still, but never falling into a negative spin, dust and snarling traffic. Town-folk are recovering from spending sprees. Then spring comes to wake the intermittent downpours, dirty streets and gloomy skies.sprouting grass , trees and blooms. The seasons come and go like old friends. They bring memories of seasons past and the promise of seasons to come. They dance by us changing gradually in their back and forth way, two steps forward and one step back. And like time itself we cannot halt them, we cannot hang on to spri
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