four seasons (not the band, but i like them too)

do you remember when i said that my life is divided, into vignettes, not intentionally but naturally by the four seasons.

winter representing a sort of hibernation; a very introspective and solemn season, mixed in with a bit of holly jolly warmth from the holidays. It is a recooperation period where i mediate all of the things the warm weather intrigued me to do.

spring is an antsy time, awaiting the budding and blooming of life; a preparation period, a morcel of hope.

summer is representative of a simple luxury, warm weather, sunny days, outdoor activities every day. it is also a sort of catalyst for destructive behavior and whimsical ideas. i get dizzied by the swirl and twirl of the wind, and the quixotic colors of the sky at sunset, and completely forget that i am a logical being.

fall is a lovely time, where i imagine myself in plaid skirts and berets, and have stacks of books to read and dream about under the falling leaves. fall is the most romantic season; the colours, the symbolism of endings and beginnings bewitches me, every year. oh autumn, oh ambivalent feelings. i am so happy to have summer first, to get my wreckless out of me before starting it all over again.

impulsive summer---romantic fall----introspect/reorganize winter---revitalize spring

*and this is why, you see, i simply could not do without all four of the seasons.