Spring as finally arrived after a most wintery winter. We finally saw fifty degree weather on Saturday and even warmer weather on Sunday. It felt so good to take off my coat and gloves for the first time in months. I loved that the sunshine was actually warm on my cheek again finally. It smelled warm and damp outside, delicious. Everything about it created a sense of hope and excitement.
It's funny to me though that those same temperatures in October feel different, smell different and even conjure up different feelings. When the temperature is mid to high 5os in October it smells crisp and spicey. The air feels cool and the sunshine feels weak. I love fall, I missed it when I lived in Houston, and enjoy winter, but I can also feel a little melancholy at that time of year.
Could it really be, despite the artificial, climate controlled environment that I live and work in most of the time, that the death and rebirth of the earth still has a strong hold on me? Could it be that even though I enjoy things about all four seasons, my heart and mind are still tied to creation and so I also follow a cycle of death and rebirth that no amount of logic can dismiss?
I'm fascinated by the thought.
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I prefer fall, and so I suppose, by your theory - death. Thanks for THAT uplifting thought. :-)
I suppose you could make the case that every season contains both life and death. In the spring the seed dies to give life to the plant inside. In the summer the blossom dies to give way to the fruit. In autumn we harvest the fruits of all that the plants have given birth to and it all works together to keep us alive. It's a little harder to find the life in the winter, but if you could look below the ground you would see the tulip bulbs still living and waiting to burst out in the spring. Without their long, cold nap they would have no life.
Am I taking this thing too far?
Well... in winter there is snow/precipitation which helps things grow in the spring. Also, it is usually (depending on where you live) a time for the ground to rest as opposed to being farmed incessantly. Also many birds get to take a vacation.
No, not too far. It's interesting to ponder.
perhaps it's written into our very DNA, or if you like, is an echo, familiar to our soul, of the story of the universe.
Yeah, I agree with you. I wouldn't normally think about it very much, but this year I was diagnosed with Seasonal Affective Disorder (basically winter depression), and I've been noticing how much everything about me changes when it starts to get warm. It's weird.
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