Time To Re-tune

I cannot imagine living in a place that does not have changing seasons. Perhaps because I have lived my entire life in places that go from hundred degree summers to below freezing winters. My body seems to retune with the seasons.

Autumn always slips in with a sense of expectation, a feeling that life is cleaning its slate and waiting for me to start something new.

Winter makes me feel cozy and glad to be indoors where I can snuggle up and read, or write.

Spring's earthy, rain dampened scent awakens old memories of being young and playing with my siblings in a front yard plush with grass. It is a nostalgic time.

Summer is the strangest of all, starting out warm and fertile and full of plans, then ending in a steaming pile of overgrown and worn out flowers, petals, leaves, grass, weeds, and discarded ideas.

The venue changes, but the patterns stay the same. Perhaps it is time to write a new song.