It seemed like yesterday I saw the leaves azure, falling,red bushes on fire by the road-side. Fallen leaves, and the sound of the rakes clearing it all.. I watched,I lingered and I fell in love with it. Even as I did a detour to work and back winter glided in, jackets,pullovers, hot chocolates and the heating. They predicted snow in Kent... I peered from my window every morning it never came. Now when we have celebrated the festival of spring in India, Softly but stealthily wisps of white flakes fall from the sky. I would have missed it had I not pushed the window open. I breathe in the sight from my warm kitchen As I strain my pasta One moment ,a green valley, the next a white,fairy land. I would have slept through the snow flakes falling... last bits of the winter creeping,tip-toing I, a Pixie, from winter to spring. When the snow has finished falling and the sunlight streams through tiny little bobs of paint will cover the lawn, and my world,a...