It is the time of the year again when the little yellow flowers of the Narra tree fill the ground. When I was a child, we, together with my brother and cousins used to play under the Narra and pretend that these flowers are snow. We used to go round and round the tree as the wind fulfill our little fascination.
And this… is one of the happy moments of my childhood. One of the few worth keeping and remembering.
Hay, how I hate this certain feeling brought by the rain. Or maybe I just need some rest. Please, just for today.