Seasons and Reasons

I don’t live anywhere where there are a full four seasons. Which is fine with me, I have experienced four seasons enough in my life for me to do well without them. Besides the fact that I really like where I currently live. And even though there are no full four seasons where I am, there is a change in each season. Obviously not quite as abrupt and out in the open as any region with all four seasons. But there are still subtle changes, small things to look forward to. The difference in temperature and how much rain falls. Or how much sun shines.

Funny how much I resist change in my Life yet the favorite part of the year for me is the changing in season. I used to think that I had a favorite season. But it became clear to me today that it is the actual changing of the seasons that always puts me in some sort of mood. Melancholy, Joy, Happiness, Endearment. The anticipation filled with memories of what past seasons have brought into my life each time they come around. The same way I look forward to the beginning of a season, is the same way I appreciate the end of a season.

So there’s a huge understanding coming with that. A liberation of sorts. As there is really no one season dearer to me than another. All of them are to be enjoyed as they sweep through my life for the time they will be there, so shall I enjoy the different things and people sweeping through my life for the time they will have to share with me.