Beauty in Changing Seasons
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November 30, 2015
One of my favorite parts of growing up in Virginia is the mild climate that allows me to experience all of the different seasons. There is something beautiful about the change that occurs naturally ever few months. After a long summer of sweltering heat and thick humidity my whole being welcomes the crisp, clear air and new colors that fall provides. I even love the raw cold that winter brings. The same lake in my neighborhood that I used to go fishing at as a kid, I used to throw rocks on when it was frozen over in the dead of January. By the end of February, my soul is eager for the new birth that Spring brings. The beauty of the seasons is found not only in their weather patterns but also in the power and influence they hold over my thoughts and emotions. I find myself to favor contemplation in the winter and action in the summer. Spring abounds with hope while fall resounds with peace. Nearly everything, from musical to culinary to literature preference, changes with the seasons. As the seasons change, so I change with them. This is one of the most profoundly beautiful mysteries of life. Maybe one day I will know what it is like to live in a tropical environment all year long. But if not I am okay with that. Every few months I feel the need for a change so significant that I have no power over it. This, I find in the changing of the seasons.