Springs mild descend

It's stealthy and quiet
But it could not be more timely
As it burst through the roots
And from the heavens
Grips you at the toes
And lifts your head upwards
There, where the streams gently flow
Birds chirp, Flowers bud, Leaves sprinkle branches
I love the smell, the rain drops
The anxiety, and yet quiet confidence
Coupled with impatience and laziness
The days get brighter and longer
They find their meaning
Night holds no one refugee
And I breathe the careless spring!

Feb has 28 days! What!

One more post, before the end of Feb '09. It is quite incredible the speed at which whizz pass us. It was but a glimpse of yesterday. I enjoy the fickled weather. It is unpredictable nature has caught me off guard. Just when I was enjoying the azure blue sky and sun rays singing through the heavens, the clouds moved in and the temperature fell. The other day it rained. I went to walk not on the grass but in the carpark. The sand cracking under my shoes. The rain first hit my hair and skin, soon it drenched through the scalp of my head and I felt as if it had over taken me. Every part of the body melted into the rain. It was joyous!
I'm quite glad Slumdog Millionaire won. I mean I think the Acadamy recognize the times and how appropraite it would be. But from what I here it is the way the story is told that makes it an inspiration and captures the imagination of others.
Of course, there was Manchester United playing Inter Milan. Cannot, cannot wait till we beat them the next round at home in Old Trafford! God, please let them put on spectecular display for us!
Liverpool, Chelsea and Arsenal both took off with a goal. Nice start, I say, for an all english ending. Ha!!!!