seasons
As new seasons start, I have recurring feelings and associations regarding them. Most are good associations. Winter is wonderful because it has crisp, cold air, snow, and the warmth associated with gathering with friends for the holidays to eat way too many cookies and drink mulled cider and cocoa. Spring has flowers blooming and activities and crafting and a lot of energy. It also happens to be the season during which I fall in love with the world. Summer is my least favorite, for I am not made for heat, but it does have the sun and warm rain and nice weather to swim outdoors in ponds and lakes and the ocean.
And then we have fall. Fall is when I fall in love with people. Not people as a whole, because they're part of the world and therefore included in spring. No, in fall I fall in love with individuals. I don't know if that's because I have instincts to find people and settle down with them so that I have someone warm to cuddle with on cold winter nights, if it just happens because fall is when the new school year starts and I'm meeting new interesting people to develop relationships with, or if it's just something in the weather. Whatever the reason is, I've noticed it happening since high school.
I have no stunning conclusion to this post, no incredible insight. I just was thinking about it and thought I would post for once. So here it is.
PS - There is another reason I'm posting this: one of the thoughts pertaining to it that I had while driving home from school today. I'm somewhat reluctant to post it, because I'm mostly a private person, but I've been trying to be more honest and open in my life in general. This fall, I'm falling in love with marcmagus for the fifth year in a row.
And then we have fall. Fall is when I fall in love with people. Not people as a whole, because they're part of the world and therefore included in spring. No, in fall I fall in love with individuals. I don't know if that's because I have instincts to find people and settle down with them so that I have someone warm to cuddle with on cold winter nights, if it just happens because fall is when the new school year starts and I'm meeting new interesting people to develop relationships with, or if it's just something in the weather. Whatever the reason is, I've noticed it happening since high school.
I have no stunning conclusion to this post, no incredible insight. I just was thinking about it and thought I would post for once. So here it is.
PS - There is another reason I'm posting this: one of the thoughts pertaining to it that I had while driving home from school today. I'm somewhat reluctant to post it, because I'm mostly a private person, but I've been trying to be more honest and open in my life in general. This fall, I'm falling in love with marcmagus for the fifth year in a row.