Winter used to be my favorite season.
Everything cold and still, the air fresh smelling of wood burning from toasty fireplaces keeping people where they should be- inside their homes.
A soft grey mist falling from the dark sky, coating all surfaces with dampness…empty streets, mind full.
Then, as I got older, I seemed to morph into a reptilian form, that requires the heat of the direct sun to warm my blood.
My body waits, until it thaws out, never before 10AM, and then life comes again.
Never thought I’d like the summer, but, the story of my life starts when I say those 2 words “I’ll never”…yeah, right.
Spring I love for the flowers new,
and fall I love,
…not sure why,
but I do.