As the September —trying to be "politically correct" — equinox approaches I am trying to view the sun rising from the waterfront in Geelong at the true east, as following this yearly quadrennial cyclic ritual throughout different places in the workd. This morning I was not able to witness the anticipated majestic views of sun rising from the bay while slowly reflecting its light on the water. Finally from the sharp gray light in the crispy waves some orange red hue slow appeared. The cold windy morning for a few minutes felt warmer, then back to the gray which announced the rain.
I keep repeating the same question: when will spring arrive?
