Dear... Seasons
I adore you. Every single piece and part, I love.
Let's start at the beginning. I love the crispness of January, the feeling of snow on the ground. I love blistering winds and cozy fireplaces, snow days and warm sweaters. I love to curl up with a good book on a cold day and dream of spring.
I love chilly February, where the light of love warms everyone to full. February might look sad and dead, but the hope of springtime fills our hearts. I love that February is cold and snowy, but so warm and hopeful all the same.
I love the first rays of sunshine in March, the snow finally melting just a bit. I love the flowers popping through the soil, tiny green shoots among piles of snow. I love a rainy April, with gray skies and grass just starting to turn green. I love a stray snowstorm that melts within a day, winter waving goodbye.
I love the brightest of blue skies in May, sun shining warm through the cool air. I love the pops of color that flowers bring, the new growth and light. I love the blossoms fresh on trees, the smell of soil filling the air.
I love the uncertain heat of June, finally warm enough for a swimming pool. I love the bright green trees and grass, swarming with tiny creatures. I love the expansive, beautiful sunsets that paint the sky with a million colors.
I love the sweltering feeling of July, where lemonade soothes the throat magically. I love a thunderous, raging summer storm that you can feel and smell, then- it hits. It's monstrous and cold and angry and wonderful.
I love the gentle warmth and light of August. Where the sunlight filters through leaves and the world seems to contemplate its existence. The last dregs of summer leave slowly, letting you enjoy them. I love the laziness that August brings, as though it knows that this is your last chance before school.
I love the feeling of September. The leaves are just beginning to turn, the sky turns cloudy and to that beautiful fall cornflower color. September makes you want to listen to vintage jazzy music, drive through town to get brunch on a Thursday. September feels slow and lovely as the world turns to fall.
I love October's bright oranges and reds and yellows. I love the chill in the air, the storms brewing the evenings. I love a gentle October drizzle that makes the world mysterious and dark. I love the harvest feeling, where apples and pumpkins abound. I love the coziness of October that makes you melancholy over past and future love.
I love November's cold winds and biting chill, leaves sweeping around the ground. The trees are baring, the grass dying around. It sounds dreary, but it makes the warmth and light of home seem even brighter. I love feeling the wind start to nip my nose, bundling up even tighter against the cold. The skies are the deepest shade of cornflower, and the world is winding down. The last sunny days make their appearance before they leave for good.
And then there's December. Where a light frost coats the fields, filling one with anticipation. Boots and coats are pulled out of closets, waiting for that magical day. And then it comes. The snow blankets the ground in the morning, sparkling and fresh. Icicles form around the eaves, making even the barest of neighborhoods into a winter wonderland. Tiny hearts glowing over the magic of the snowfall, coming inside with cheeks rosy, waiting for some cocoa. A silent snow falls on many nights, making our many winter holidays magical.
I love the way the world changes, how it flows from time to time. I love each and every month and day, every weather and every different world. I love every rain, snow, cloud, fog, and shine.
Seasons, thank you for bringing such a beautiful glow to life, for making our scenery so dearly pretty.
I hope you enjoyed this love letter. I will forever adore you.