Then one day, as it was not so much summer anymore and yet not quite autumn it hit me. I DON'T have a favorite season. What I have, is a long term love affair with the transitions. I love the feeling of the change that somehow inexplicably begins to take place in the temperature, and the foliage, and the precipitation. Watching as plants and animals either prepare for a long nap or slowly begin to wake up from a really good dream. I love the chance to start drinking more of something hotter or colder. The interest in new soup recipes or new things you can eat frozen, or deep fried, or on a stick over a fire.
One of the best is the changes in the smells everywhere you go. I love the feeling of traveling from one place to another without even leaving.
I should have known as a child that this is what I loved. I always felt so bad for the kids that lived in Florida or Siberia. I couldn't fathom not knowing what all four seasons felt and looked like in person. I marveled at stories of parents spending a truckload of money to bring a truckload of snow for their child's birthday party because they had never seen it in person.
Now as an adult I get just as giddy each time the signs begin to show that change is around the corner. There is no constant like the constant of change. I love it.
I really hope heaven has seasons. I can't imagine it not.
