Seasons

There are many seasons in between seasons. The common order is Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring. But if you really think about it, between Summer and Fall there is another Spring. A time when the chill comes in just on the edge of the heat. It's waiting for it's moment, and then, just when the time is right, it bursts through into the colours of Autumn. Then there is the Fall between Winter and Spring. When Spring is still clinging to Winter like a desperate lover not ready to say goodbye, even though they are bound to meet again with the passing of time. The seasons in between the seasons. My favorite is most likely the Fall between Winter and Spring. It's the few days of perfection. When the chill is in the air, yet, the cold blooms come forth just despite it. When the leaves are just starting to return, and I can sit and watch as they grow. The serenity of it all give meaning to the words "circle of life." It's something few understand. How could they? Who, in this day and age, has time to stop and watch the seasons change? Very few. So few, that there is really no point anymore. No point in paying attention to the cycles, the circles, the never ending pattern of everything. It is a beautiful thing to see, but why see it if, in most peoples minds, it no longer exists? It is a beautiful sight, seeing the dance of the sun and the moon with the tide. A never ending dance, always danced the exact same way, with the never ending music of never ending life.