Storyworth: Seasons
Oct. 30th, 2020 04:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lillibetDo you prefer summer or winter?
I vastly prefer winter over summer.
Summer is hot and sticky, it smells of garbage and sweat. There are bugs--bugs that bite, bugs that crawl, bugs that breed in every corner. The air is still and lifeless. Everyone is cranky because it’s too hot--they think they like warm weather, but tempers are much more volatile. I think people associate summer with vacation and let that nostalgia blind them to its unpleasant features.
I do rather like summer nights, as long as my bedroom is air conditioned. There is something lovely about sitting on the front porch, or in a sidewalk cafe, late into the night, wandering the streets as the jasmine blooms. I wish it were possible for summer nights to be the longer ones, but sadly, that’s not how the physics of seasons work.
I don’t love winter. Snow is lovely, but it messes up schedules and traffic. Cold is better than heat--it’s lovely to be comforted by a roaring fire and a nice hot toddy and there’s a clarity of thinking on still winter nights when the air takes your breath in great clouds of steam. But winter tends to create obstacles and difficulties that make life a little harder and as much as I enjoy the dark, it does get monotonous.
Spring is lovely--I’m especially fond of flowering trees and the light mist of spring rain. There’s a great lift to the spirit as everything unlocks and unwinds from the tension of the winter months and spirits lift as the light returns. But spring carries the threat of summer and especially with the world warming, is all too brief.
Really it is fall that I love. The warm colors of foliage redecorate the neighborhoods and hillsides, turning our street into a golden cathedral and carpeting the world with the crunch of freshly fallen leaves. I’ve often fallen in love in the fall and it brings the sense of new beginnings. The heaviness of the summer air lifts and my mind feels clear and ready for the start of the school year, the church year, and the theatre season. I love fall foods--beef stew and pumpkin pie, cider donuts and cranberry cocktails. It seems right for the world to be slightly cooler when I step out of doors and my favorite clothes are sweaters, jeans, boots, and a leather jacket. Fall is the time of year when everything seems right--if only it could last longer each year.
I vastly prefer winter over summer.
Summer is hot and sticky, it smells of garbage and sweat. There are bugs--bugs that bite, bugs that crawl, bugs that breed in every corner. The air is still and lifeless. Everyone is cranky because it’s too hot--they think they like warm weather, but tempers are much more volatile. I think people associate summer with vacation and let that nostalgia blind them to its unpleasant features.
I do rather like summer nights, as long as my bedroom is air conditioned. There is something lovely about sitting on the front porch, or in a sidewalk cafe, late into the night, wandering the streets as the jasmine blooms. I wish it were possible for summer nights to be the longer ones, but sadly, that’s not how the physics of seasons work.
I don’t love winter. Snow is lovely, but it messes up schedules and traffic. Cold is better than heat--it’s lovely to be comforted by a roaring fire and a nice hot toddy and there’s a clarity of thinking on still winter nights when the air takes your breath in great clouds of steam. But winter tends to create obstacles and difficulties that make life a little harder and as much as I enjoy the dark, it does get monotonous.
Spring is lovely--I’m especially fond of flowering trees and the light mist of spring rain. There’s a great lift to the spirit as everything unlocks and unwinds from the tension of the winter months and spirits lift as the light returns. But spring carries the threat of summer and especially with the world warming, is all too brief.
Really it is fall that I love. The warm colors of foliage redecorate the neighborhoods and hillsides, turning our street into a golden cathedral and carpeting the world with the crunch of freshly fallen leaves. I’ve often fallen in love in the fall and it brings the sense of new beginnings. The heaviness of the summer air lifts and my mind feels clear and ready for the start of the school year, the church year, and the theatre season. I love fall foods--beef stew and pumpkin pie, cider donuts and cranberry cocktails. It seems right for the world to be slightly cooler when I step out of doors and my favorite clothes are sweaters, jeans, boots, and a leather jacket. Fall is the time of year when everything seems right--if only it could last longer each year.
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Date: 2020-11-02 07:24 pm (UTC)I'm pretty much exactly where you are, except I unreservedly love winter. I still get giddy like a little kid when it snows, even though I have to shovel it.