The Smells and Colours of the seasons are a child's delight

The express train hurtled across the landscape - remorseless, uncaring. I sat by the window looking at nothing in particular. Suddenly the sky burst open and unleashed liquid needles of rain on the expectant earth. The root above me rattled in protest as adventurous little drops skipped in through the window on to my lap. And then imperceptibly, I had melted into the six-year old who peeped through the doors of her grandmother's house in …

…long train journey. Finally the train glided to a halt at a small nondescript station, the last before our destination. Impulsively, I made my way to the door of the coach. Torrents were still attacking the outside world. For a few moments I hovered undecided at the door. Then I stepped outside and let the water embrace me like a long lost friend. My soul was dancing in forgetful ecstasy. I was a child again.