When Spring pounces on people on this side of the globe with bright sunny spells, everyone beams and flings away their thick winter clothing while abiding to the 'less is best' rule. Who in the sanest mind would sit in the shades and suffocate themselves in walled buildings while Mr Sun is out smiling?
Run on the green grass, sing in the warm air, twirl in the fields... It's been wonderful weather after Mr Winter went away, Alhamdulillah.
A contrast to the short, dark and gloomy days during winter, the days keep stretching away as if to make up for the lost time before. With sunrise before 6 a.m. (fajar around 3-ish) and Maghrib only at 8-ish (hence Isya 10-ish), it's time again to set our alarm clocks to cater for the changes. It's not an easy task, I tell you... but nonetheless possible!
We're now saying goodbye to the withering daffodils, who were around to greet the arrival of Spring. Other petals are blooming instead, multi-coloured and harmonised. It feels soothing to see flowers on landscapes; just like it is at the cemetery. The flowers we planted last Spring is blooming again. Yesterday, the children planted some petunias on it as they want it to be filled with plants that would help recite gratitudes to the Almighty.
It's a good time of year. Would warmth in the air mean warmth in the heart and soul? Only time will tell...