weaving time in a tapestry

[jazzfish]

I don't know if it's being an Army brat, or having been a student for so long, or just hating the heat in general, but my relationship with the seasons seems to be different from most people's.

Autumn is a time of beginnings. New house, new neighborhood, new school, new classes, new people. The oppressive heat of summer's broken and there are leaves that want scuffing through. Autumn has always been my favorite time of year.

Winter is when the living happens. I've been here long enough to get comfortable and I know what's expected of me. I can just get on with being where I am. The snowfall and the occasional random days off it brings are nice as well.

Spring and summer are for endings and waitings and transitions. February is traditionally when things start to go to hell, and then it all falls apart in spring, and I spend summer picking up the pieces. For a long time spring and summer were the same season to me: bright sunlight, green trees, too miserably warm outside to do anything other than swim or roast.

Of course, the last couple of years have turned all that on its head, culminating in my now making a huge life change in the middle of spring.

I'm pretty much okay with this. I'm tired of my old patterns; I'm ready for some new ones. Like a job where my boss is willing to move metaphorical mountains to keep me, or relationships built on affection, communication, and concern for each other's well-being, or a drive to tell stories that's strong enough (and sufficiently fed by the rest of my life) to overcome fear and laziness and exhaustion.

Summer approaches, but it's not the heavy, stagnant, life-leaching summer I'm used to. It's more like autumn, only with better light and longer evenings.

I think I'll be able to get used to it.

Comments

[speedlime.livejournal.com]

Ha-- I've always felt that way about fall! I love the way everything seems to wake up and speed up after the torpor of summer.

[jazzfish]

Exactly! What is this "fall is when things slow down and get ready to hibernate" nonsense.

[faekitty.livejournal.com]

I really enjoyed reading that, thank you.

[jazzfish]

*smile* You're most welcome, thank you!

[diadelphous.livejournal.com]

Interesting. I liked this. I've always felt that way about the seasons, too, although I think mine has more to do with living in the south, where summer is the long, miserable oppressive season (and many years everything dies from the heat), and winter is the respite.

So, it's not really the same was what you were talking about... but still.

[jazzfish]

You know, that's probably got something to do with it, too. I spent my Formative Years (from roughly two through five) in Germany, which is probably where I learned to love winter... and since then I've been living in the South. It's generally not a kill-all-the-plants heat where I've been, it's just bad enough that I don't want to go outside without a promise of conditioned air very soon afterwards.