It's become a daily (well, compulsory) ritual for me, sweeping dead, fallen leaves off the parade square in front of our block in camp; and of late, it's been intriguing to note that the leaves have been subtly changing in colour. It's interesting, how these small changes can record the passage of time.

Back in late May, when I first arrived where at I was, I still remember the green and brown, semi-decomposed leaves that sparsely littered the parade square and the surrounding roads. As the scorching hot weather descended in June, the trees shed their leaves en masse, blanketing the parade square in dried, baked, light yellow leaves. Annoying as it was having to sweep up so many leaves every morning, it was quite a beautiful sight, seeing the yellowed leaves rain down from the bare branches of the trees, as the trees stood tall, basking in the brilliant, warm sunshine.

Then, everything settled back down as leaves regrew, and the parade square was once again, free of leaves most of the time.

These days, the trees are losing their leaves en masse again, the roads lined not with the dried, yellow leaves that marked the onset of the hot season, but the autumn-ish kind of soft, orangey leaves; the increasingly frequent monstrous monsoonal and violent storms would wallop the trees, bringing stalks and stalks of leaves crashing to the ground, branches, twigs and all.

And mornings are now no longer bright displays of sunrise, but gloomy, cloudy, cold, and freezing, as the wintry cold of sultry, chilling winds grip the world below those enormous rainclouds.

It's interesting, how the weather, how nature, changes with time.