It's raining. Not snowing.
People are sitting in it on their porches, sniffing the scent.
My favorite season is fall. This is the opposite of what you would expect, if you know me. It's the colors, the feeling in the air- in spite of the impending darkness, fall is like a big drink of water for me.
Spring, well, theoretically it should be my favorite, with all it portends. But spring is pretty unreliable where I live. It involves heavy, branch-breaking late storms, and a lot of mud. Still, it's hard to argue with the smell of rain, and those robust green shoots muscling through the winter detritus. Plus, spring in BOOKS is always hugely romantic. I've finally clued in that I have REAL spring fever, and get weird literary crushes. I feel romantic love everywhere in spring. Like, in the freezer aisle.
Winter? I LOVE Christmas, Thanksgiving, all of that stuff. I don't mind snow, and don't even really mind cold. I do have a lot of problems with darkness. I love the summer LIFESTYLE, and don't mind the heat too much. But those shoulder seasons have a tenuousness, and such symbolism.
How about you?
1 comment:
I like summer the best. I don't like spring because it reminds me of all the things I wanted to get done over the winter that I didn't do.
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