The Weather
I was out walking not too long ago. I was out to test my strength, climbing and such, and through the football field I thus walked. There, I came to some conclusions, as I studied the wind and the grass in my travel, that my opinion of the seasons should be altered by what I saw.
Long have I felt that above all, winter is the worst season to fall. Undoubtedly, it has been the same for centuries, where people lacked any of the comforts that stay me through those months. Ultimately, winter was when the food stopped growing or departed, or when the air killed what it touched. Inevitably, it got a bad rep. To me, it had been a time when school is in full swing, when the weather is cold and the home is chilled, and my readiness to perform things is hampered by the swings in the temperature. In the city where I live, we are graced by a respite, the Chinook wind from the west. It heats up the land, and brings spring-like conditions. However, our city has had a constant Chinook wind all winter. It has snowed twice all season, and from the effects has brought me to a new sense.
The new sense is this: it is not winter that is the worst season. It may be in terms of discomfort, but to think of the earth, the worst season is fall. Think of it this way:
The earth is a wound, and in the fall, with the falling of leaves and the death of grass and flowers, the earth is wounded. The snow is like a scab, it covers the wound, protecting the body from far worse consequences; infections, and such things. The snow covers the land - the fallen leaves, dead creatures, and the earth itself, and provides a new supply of water for when it is needed. It is protecting it. For the healing of Spring, the nutrients provided will bring back the life for Summer. However, without the winter snow, the land is dried. It is dry like my hand, and perhaps soon, as cracked. The plants blow away; the bodies fester; the waters are unreplenished. The earth suffers, and is in a worse position to heal.
Hundreds of years ago, the Sahara was a large tract of farmland. Thousands of years ago, during the birth of civilisation, the "Fertile Crescent" was that, fertile. Now it is largely desert. On the field I saw the land break. The grass was largely gone away, leaving behind nothing but dirt. The tracks of vehicles, which normally should nominally disturb the land, were torn into it. Without the winter the earth crumbles. In fall it dies, in winter it is restored.
Therefore, the weather is a bad thing, as I see it...
Long have I felt that above all, winter is the worst season to fall. Undoubtedly, it has been the same for centuries, where people lacked any of the comforts that stay me through those months. Ultimately, winter was when the food stopped growing or departed, or when the air killed what it touched. Inevitably, it got a bad rep. To me, it had been a time when school is in full swing, when the weather is cold and the home is chilled, and my readiness to perform things is hampered by the swings in the temperature. In the city where I live, we are graced by a respite, the Chinook wind from the west. It heats up the land, and brings spring-like conditions. However, our city has had a constant Chinook wind all winter. It has snowed twice all season, and from the effects has brought me to a new sense.
The new sense is this: it is not winter that is the worst season. It may be in terms of discomfort, but to think of the earth, the worst season is fall. Think of it this way:
The earth is a wound, and in the fall, with the falling of leaves and the death of grass and flowers, the earth is wounded. The snow is like a scab, it covers the wound, protecting the body from far worse consequences; infections, and such things. The snow covers the land - the fallen leaves, dead creatures, and the earth itself, and provides a new supply of water for when it is needed. It is protecting it. For the healing of Spring, the nutrients provided will bring back the life for Summer. However, without the winter snow, the land is dried. It is dry like my hand, and perhaps soon, as cracked. The plants blow away; the bodies fester; the waters are unreplenished. The earth suffers, and is in a worse position to heal.
Hundreds of years ago, the Sahara was a large tract of farmland. Thousands of years ago, during the birth of civilisation, the "Fertile Crescent" was that, fertile. Now it is largely desert. On the field I saw the land break. The grass was largely gone away, leaving behind nothing but dirt. The tracks of vehicles, which normally should nominally disturb the land, were torn into it. Without the winter the earth crumbles. In fall it dies, in winter it is restored.
Therefore, the weather is a bad thing, as I see it...