Whimsical, unstable, and stern, to say the weather of this spring is unpredictable would be an understatement. This moment the sun had peeked through the clouds, dispelling the chill of air, the next moment a cold wind had sprung up, signaling yet another delay to summer. Warmer weather should arrive any day, but those low clouds said not quite yet. This prolonged frozen spring has become quite creepy, wearing everyone done, but I knew deep inside that it was not the weather that bothering me. It was the uncertainty about the future, the concerns for the people I care about, and the inevitable sensation of time slipping by without much to be achieved. Middle-age crisis? Perhaps it is.

For quite a long time I found it hard to concentrate on writing. Things have popped up lately and surely there are many of them deserved to be mentioned. However, I just couldn’t settle down for writing. Perhaps I had experienced too much, thus I needed more time to digest what I had been going through.