I sit here in an armchair, occasionally glancing to the window when I can’t think of anything else to write. As the seasons change, so do I. So do we all.
Spring represents rebirth, a beginning, new life. The temperature begins to warm up, pink blossoms and green leaves pop out of completely empty branches. The grass makes a reappearance. People are more inclined to head outdoors. Birds return, and their twittering fills the day.
Summer represents life to the fullest. It’s the time to do things that are fun. Be outside, go to the pool, eat ice cream, drink lemonade on a shady porch, fall in love. It’s that time of the year when life is supposed to be felt in every fiber of your being.
Autumn represents an ending, as you’re packing up your bags and making sure everything’s in order. The leaves change and relinquish their hold on the branches they’ve dearly loved. The temperature begins to cool down, and everything starts to take on a more depressing tone.
Winter represents death and misery at its finest. It’s cold and snowy and inconvenient. It’s beautiful, that’s for sure, but completely useless. Everything gets wet, nothing grows, everything dies. The sun rarely shines, and if it does, it blinds you as it reflects off the snow. It’s pretty, but cold.
Those are the generic representations of the seasons--the way they’re portrayed in poems or stories, and most people are inclined to agree.
I think every single one of those is wrong.
Spring to me is death and misery at its finest. The weather is either perfect or crappy at either extreme. Pollen is everywhere, and it wreaks havoc on my nose, throat, ears, and eyes. To me, it symbolizes the end of all that’s good in this world and marks the beginning of terrible things.
Summer is just plain awful. There is absolutely nothing good about it. It’s hot, humid, sticky, gross, smelly, and uncomfortable. I don’t know why winter symbolizes death because things still die in the summer, and they die in pain. And I don’t know how anyone could possibly fall in love when they’re bitter.
Autumn is a glorious season. It’s a sweet release from the terrible heat of the previous months. It’s the ultimate time to be doing fun things because you can be outside without dying from heat or allergies. Things feel like they’re slowing down, and going out is a pleasant experience.
Winter is the best season of all. Snow is a blessing from heaven itself. The color scheme and frozen water patterns are more than just “pretty.” And if you’re looking for a “romantic” season, I think it should be winter because you actually have to seek for warmth. People actually look out for each other.
Anyway...just in case you were curious.
"So count your blessings every day. It makes the monsters go away. And everything will be okay.
"You are not alone. You are right at home. Goodnight."
Anyway...just in case you were curious.
"So count your blessings every day. It makes the monsters go away. And everything will be okay.
"You are not alone. You are right at home. Goodnight."
