Spring Forward

In this strange land water is not distributed from rivers to the land – but is instead distributed from the sky to the land. On a more or less regular basis the skies turn grey with surging clouds and water falls from the heavens.

Car windows are rinsed with clear water . . .

and horizons are cloaked in a mist not unlike a dust storm.

And when the rain passes, colours in the sky are left shining through.

. . . and the flowers are fresh and bright . . .

Each rain advances the season, changing by the day. A green path one day is alive with colour the next and then cut and dried in the sun the following week.

Time gives strength to young legs that a few days ago were just learning to stand.

And marks a living history that is still going strong.