Spring Summer Winter

Each morning at the train station, I stand under a group of middling height trees waiting for the train. In the middle of the group is the bauhinia. The others I have yet to identify. For the large part the bauhinia retains its leaves, though it briefly flowers closer to summer.

This picture of the bauhinia taken in early spring:

The same tree flowering in early summer.  This bauhinia has pale white flowers as opposed to the more common pink.

As winter is setting in, the bauhinia has still retained its leaves.  But the tree next to it has shed most of its.  The rain has been incessant and water drips off the leaves. The mornings are blue with the cold and rain. The station lights remain on till late morning.

Whatever be the season, there is something comforting and familiar about this patch of green. And it serves as a small reminder that life is not merely a series of tasks carried out within the concrete structures we inhabit.