I love all the seasons. I hate them all, too. But I mostly love them. They all hold their own magic. Here's that as I've felt it:
FALL! I love the goldens of all fall. Fall is filled with sharp blue skies without a cloud to be seen. Crisp, fresh air that cools at night and clears and opens up your lungs. Best breathing time of the year, I'll tell ya. AND Best camping weather, absolutely. The smell of new beginnings, and a new year. Why is new year's eve not in the fall? Who...how was... who chose the date of the new year? Anyways, fall happens in a flash. One day, the leaves are holding tightly onto their burnt orange hues and amber reds, and the next, a gust of wind wipes it all away. I think I miss the leaves changing every year. So, fall is to be cherished. The last swims of the year in chilled air that makes the lake waters seem inviting and warmer than it was in the summer. Family gatherings, birthdays, wool socks being dragged out of retirement, and the freshest apples of the year. OH. and HALLOWEEN! I've been meaning to uh, get back into that whole free candy thing. Fall is joyous in a bittersweet way. Fall is a fresh start, but also a somber closing of the messiness and freedom of summer. I think if fall were a person, she would be adventurous, philosophical, bright eyed, and not own a hair brush.
WINTER! Winter is full of peace and rest. I think I grow the most as a person in the winter. Time alone can hurt if you let it, but it can be a tool to blossom before the flowers do, too. One of my favorite things about winter is that there is no pressure to be constantly doing something. Winter makes time slow down, and days speed up. Winter blankets the grass from the biting winds. I love soft, silent snowfalls. The world goes pretty quiet when it snows. Snow adds a purity to the world around us, I think. Snow is gentle and soft and feels warmer than you'd expect it too. Days of it being compressed and stepped on by boots and thrown off to the side of the road hardens her, though. Winter also brings Christmas. Christmas Eve is my absolute favorite day of each year. I look forward to Christmas every single day. I wish I could even describe a hint of what Christmas Eve means to me in words. Christmas day is...fine but nothing compared to the night before with family. Twinkly lights, strange gifts, family, joy, and of course, beer. It makes the long winter months worth the runny noses and cold season. I went skiing for the first time this winter and it was magical. I want to become good enough to ski in Norway or Finland or someplace clouded in fresh layers of fluffy snow and filled with pine. Winter holds the most magic of all the seasons to me. Growing up, Meaghan and I would talk walks in the woods at night and look for fairies in the snow. I'd imagine if winter were a person, she'd hold secrets and have a very warm, gentle personality. Winter can also be a raging asshole.
SPRING! Spring is special. Spring is childlike and innocent. All along my driveway at home, there are tall trees that blossom soft pinks and whites each spring and fill the air with a fragrance you'd never forget. Growing up and seeing this would make the walk up my long, steep driveway much more bearable. Spring makes me look forward to life. I love the slush that you can jump in and the dirtied snow that's slowly melting and allowing the grass beneath to breathe and stretch again. Spring is rainy and blossoming and has a crispness like fall, but much more lively--like air that's never been breathed before. Spring has greens and pinks and Saint Patrick's day. I'm not Irish, but that's gotta be one of my top favorite holidays. I'd imagine if spring were a person, she'd be timid and soft spoken, with rosy cheeks and a helping hand.
SUMMER! Summer is almost a separate part of each year. I think summer should be a year in itself. Not in time--3 months is perfect. But a separate year in..uh..concept. Some summers, I feel trapped, and others, I feel like anything is possible. Summer is sunburns even though I know exactly where the sunscreen is, tangled hair from swimming, impromptu sleepovers, getting to know your friends better, and a portal where time feels like it has no meaning. Until it's the morning, and ya gotta go to work. Summer is wonderfully messy. I feel like summer has no rules and nature is relishing in it. Music sounds better and louder in the summer. I love sitting in the grass at my house and listening to cicadas hum and eating fruit and letting the juice drip down my chin and shirt. Stains don't matter in the summer. I love going to work in the summer--it's fun, outside, I make drinks for drunk people, hang out on a boat, and get sun burnt and sweaty. I love it. Summer is wonderfully lively and I love the greens and the color leaves turn when sun shines through them and being with my family and friends and going places. You can be anyone you'd like to be in the summer. Summer is singing and alive and inspirational in itself and I don't believe mistakes exist in the summertime. Summer can also be immeasurably sad. Summer can be so lonely. Feeling like everyone is doing something BUT you. FOMO. Summer can worsen heartbreaks and make the world seem too big and you too small. But then again, I think summer is a month where you can be in control if you allow yourself that power. Why dontchya? I'd imagine if summer were a person, her last shower would have been in a lake, and she'd be vivacious and independent and entirely herself.
FALL! I love the goldens of all fall. Fall is filled with sharp blue skies without a cloud to be seen. Crisp, fresh air that cools at night and clears and opens up your lungs. Best breathing time of the year, I'll tell ya. AND Best camping weather, absolutely. The smell of new beginnings, and a new year. Why is new year's eve not in the fall? Who...how was... who chose the date of the new year? Anyways, fall happens in a flash. One day, the leaves are holding tightly onto their burnt orange hues and amber reds, and the next, a gust of wind wipes it all away. I think I miss the leaves changing every year. So, fall is to be cherished. The last swims of the year in chilled air that makes the lake waters seem inviting and warmer than it was in the summer. Family gatherings, birthdays, wool socks being dragged out of retirement, and the freshest apples of the year. OH. and HALLOWEEN! I've been meaning to uh, get back into that whole free candy thing. Fall is joyous in a bittersweet way. Fall is a fresh start, but also a somber closing of the messiness and freedom of summer. I think if fall were a person, she would be adventurous, philosophical, bright eyed, and not own a hair brush.
WINTER! Winter is full of peace and rest. I think I grow the most as a person in the winter. Time alone can hurt if you let it, but it can be a tool to blossom before the flowers do, too. One of my favorite things about winter is that there is no pressure to be constantly doing something. Winter makes time slow down, and days speed up. Winter blankets the grass from the biting winds. I love soft, silent snowfalls. The world goes pretty quiet when it snows. Snow adds a purity to the world around us, I think. Snow is gentle and soft and feels warmer than you'd expect it too. Days of it being compressed and stepped on by boots and thrown off to the side of the road hardens her, though. Winter also brings Christmas. Christmas Eve is my absolute favorite day of each year. I look forward to Christmas every single day. I wish I could even describe a hint of what Christmas Eve means to me in words. Christmas day is...fine but nothing compared to the night before with family. Twinkly lights, strange gifts, family, joy, and of course, beer. It makes the long winter months worth the runny noses and cold season. I went skiing for the first time this winter and it was magical. I want to become good enough to ski in Norway or Finland or someplace clouded in fresh layers of fluffy snow and filled with pine. Winter holds the most magic of all the seasons to me. Growing up, Meaghan and I would talk walks in the woods at night and look for fairies in the snow. I'd imagine if winter were a person, she'd hold secrets and have a very warm, gentle personality. Winter can also be a raging asshole.
SPRING! Spring is special. Spring is childlike and innocent. All along my driveway at home, there are tall trees that blossom soft pinks and whites each spring and fill the air with a fragrance you'd never forget. Growing up and seeing this would make the walk up my long, steep driveway much more bearable. Spring makes me look forward to life. I love the slush that you can jump in and the dirtied snow that's slowly melting and allowing the grass beneath to breathe and stretch again. Spring is rainy and blossoming and has a crispness like fall, but much more lively--like air that's never been breathed before. Spring has greens and pinks and Saint Patrick's day. I'm not Irish, but that's gotta be one of my top favorite holidays. I'd imagine if spring were a person, she'd be timid and soft spoken, with rosy cheeks and a helping hand.
SUMMER! Summer is almost a separate part of each year. I think summer should be a year in itself. Not in time--3 months is perfect. But a separate year in..uh..concept. Some summers, I feel trapped, and others, I feel like anything is possible. Summer is sunburns even though I know exactly where the sunscreen is, tangled hair from swimming, impromptu sleepovers, getting to know your friends better, and a portal where time feels like it has no meaning. Until it's the morning, and ya gotta go to work. Summer is wonderfully messy. I feel like summer has no rules and nature is relishing in it. Music sounds better and louder in the summer. I love sitting in the grass at my house and listening to cicadas hum and eating fruit and letting the juice drip down my chin and shirt. Stains don't matter in the summer. I love going to work in the summer--it's fun, outside, I make drinks for drunk people, hang out on a boat, and get sun burnt and sweaty. I love it. Summer is wonderfully lively and I love the greens and the color leaves turn when sun shines through them and being with my family and friends and going places. You can be anyone you'd like to be in the summer. Summer is singing and alive and inspirational in itself and I don't believe mistakes exist in the summertime. Summer can also be immeasurably sad. Summer can be so lonely. Feeling like everyone is doing something BUT you. FOMO. Summer can worsen heartbreaks and make the world seem too big and you too small. But then again, I think summer is a month where you can be in control if you allow yourself that power. Why dontchya? I'd imagine if summer were a person, her last shower would have been in a lake, and she'd be vivacious and independent and entirely herself.
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