All seasons are beautiful.
All seasons fill my heart with special feelings.
Winter comes with the magic of the Christmas season. The smell of hot chocolate, cinnamon, gingerbread cookies and childhood memories. Christmas sparks my faith in miracles. I want to read cozy books, watch heart-warming movies and dream my wildest dreams. And, as winter proceeds beyond the most wonderful time of the year, I slow down, isolate from the outside noise and get deeper into reading. Nineteen century English and Russian novels are my best companions during the long winter evenings.
Winter is the time to reset, rethink, gather energy for the more active periods of the year. It officially gives me permission to do less and feel more. And I gladly accept it.
Until it comes time for spring.
Spring appears in all its beauty with warmer days and air, that smells like love. Spring brings me back to balance - it is neither hot, nor cold. I want to be more playful. Read less serious books. And as I remove the layers of thick winter clothing, I want to feel lighter in body and spirit. I am hungry for the color green. Spring is my season for wellness. I want to unroll my yoga mat more often. Make plans to lose weight. Plans, I never succeed to follow, but my hope remains fresh and trusting every year. Some day I will succeed.
Summer is very heavy in my part of the world. Long, sizzling hot and often humid. There are days so hot, that I feel on the brink of losing my mind.
Summer brings memories of the summer holidays during school years. Long reading lists. I can read whatever my heart desires. Days are long enough. Summer is time for traveling and family gatherings. Beach time, salty kisses and cool breeze. Long evenings in the parks with friends and neighbors. All looking for relief after the daily heat.
Summer, as I know it in my current place of residence, is not my season. I spend most of its hot and long days waiting for autumn. It is a matter of geography and not a matter of season. A cooler summer and I could be much better friends.
But my best friend among all seasons is autumn.
Autumn. The king of all seasons. The time when I come to life again. I am no longer busy regulating my body temperature. I can actually do, create, live. My dreams wake up from longest siesta known. I breathe freely. Autumn is coziness and warmth. Spooky books. Detective novels. Melancholic classics. Smooth jazz. Rain. Freshly baked cakes. Spices. Tea. Lots of tea. Blankets and sweaters.
I want to live in autumn forever. I cherish every little piece of it here, where there isn't much of it.
I love all seasons, but in autumn I live autumn, and it the rest I carry autumn in my heart. Because it is the perfect time for my introverted and dreamy nature.
What season is yours?
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