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Spring

Sunshine in the distant sky, but not quite warm enough to abandon your jacket. Longer days and shorter nights as the world keeps turning around — a glimpse towards the future. Another summer is about to begin, another summer full of dreams and inspirations. Another chance to explore the corner of the world we call our home.

Flowers begin to appear, leaves are now on every tree. The colours changing more quickly than I can believe. I’ve seen the earth’s cycle over twenty times now; but the time that winter leaves us, the time that spring brings summer to us, is one part of this world I can never stop appreciating.

Spring is the season of opportunity, of times anew. A chance to look forward and believe in what we can accomplish. Perhaps as this spring marks my final time as a student — my last spring full of deadlines and revision — that it permits me to look at the world anew. The next seasons won’t be restricted by the academic year and that’s something that vey much excites me.

essay · Thoughts · writing

A Story of Postcards

I love the simplicity of a postcard, a suggestion of a tale, of an adventure making its way just to you. There’s something extremely personal in a postcard, the picture and place it represents in addition to the words etched into the paper.

There’s also the mysterious stamp in the top left hand corner, recognisable but still unknown. A presentation of a different country whittled down to a square inch.

Then there’s the language we use on a postcard, its the only time in English we can write without a subject — a different language and culture is already subconsciously making an impact on us. We can write brief, simple statements, or long, descriptive tales. Our writing too big or too small for the world we’re attempting to recreate.

Next time a postcard drops through the letter box, take time to appreciate what else it contains and the power of language it encompasses.