100 Winters

It is almost a shame to be leaving winter behind again for another year. No more leaves lying thick on soggy paths. No more evening picnics at Wategoes Beach where the sand is quiet due to the water being a little too cold to dip into. No more long nights and short days, no more hearty soups and socks and boots. At the most I'll probably only see a hundred winters in my life. Sorry to see it go, but glad for a spring and a summer. I'll be glad to see the Water Dragon that lives in our backyard wake from its long winter sleep. I'll be glad when the mangoes start to take shape on the tree at our neighbours place: which hangs over our fence. I'll be glad for long distance ocean swims, tan lines and sunglasses. I'll be glad that I probably have a hundred summers. 

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