By Earlie Doriman
When the leaves change colour and start to fall while the cold winds begin to shake harder the tree branches, that's when I feel that summer is gone and the autumn time terminates the wonderful warm of sunshine. More so, I just could not help myself but absorb the melancholy of the season blunt, lifeless, and long. This is the time of the year when I feel that the leaves whisper the sound of the past as they slowly descend from the joyful days brushing with the gentle air. And for few more months, the branches and twigs that they bid goodbye are hopeful to welcome the new spring of life to turn the world around them alive again.
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Thursday, 20 October 2011
by Earlie Doriman
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I felt like I have my own version of resurrection. For the longest time that I seem to brush off from the blogosphere, now at last I am able to get my pen back to writing a new post for my precious blog.
The past weeks had been very hectic. When the school’s autumn term opened early this September, I was totally restless with so many things, thoughts, and plans both at home and at work. My two growing boys, now two and three years respectively have learned to demand more quality play time with me and so I could not enjoy free space for my cyber love affair with blogging.