I seldom write about summer to autumn, most of the time I write about winter to spring or spring to summer. I used to think that it is so sad when the sun cease to shine, and the sky is most of the time dark. The leaves start to turn yellow and fall. However, surprisingly I start to see it with another perspective. Instead of yellowish and dead, I find the colour - gold and classical. I guess I am getting use to the four seasons. Or perhaps its the years I spent here- finally its getting into my system, instead of complaining, I begin to enjoy each different seasons.

Today, a colleague just finished his disputation. This makes me think - my turn will be coming soon. It seems so far yet so near. So impossible but perhaps with small little steps, something whole will turn up. Just about a year ago, if you were to ask me is it possible, I will let you know that "well if its not possible, then I will just pack and go" but today I so desparately wanna close this chapter, instead of leaving it without a proper end. This is an opportunity that will most probably not cross my life twice. Perhaps as how I grown to enjoy autumn, I am starting to enjoy and appreciate the research work I am doing. Perhaps as how I appreciate and understand that there is a purpose for each leave to turn yellow or brown and fall, I am starting to find a purpose and appreciate the little things that I did for my research. Perhaps unlike autumn that prepares the ground for a new season, my research will only have little impact but nevertheless I am learning to appreciate my work just as I appreciated the changing weather and seasons.

Thank you Lord for this opportunity and the changing seasons.