The Seasons and Change.

Random thoughts about the seasons and how they are symbolic to me

Everything changes. Any one person can agree. For instance, nature. In the early summer, the heat is too sweltering and overbearing. Somehow, humans love their sun kissed glows and mermaid sexuality. Slowly, the autumn rolls by. The once green trees die. My lover once pointed out to me how beautiful everything is before it dies. The magnificent colors distracted me from his morbid comments. The candy apple reds and deep maroons made my heart swoon. Anything that was a hue of red reminded me of romance and beautiful roses. After all, my lover has told me I, too, am a hopeless romantic. After the beautiful autumn, barren and unbearable winter rolls around. Everyone seems to go into a depression. High school girls complain that they are now a similar hue as a vampire, but I find their milky white skin to radiate an inner brightness that they choose to coverup with mass amounts of overpriced beauty products. The snow piles higher and higher with each snow fall, and mobility in this town decreases greatly. I felt trapped and as if spring would never become a beautiful heroine. It's comical how every winter feels this way. Yet, spring will never disappoint me. She comes in with great force, making the trees bloom with life and little green heads begin to sprout from underneath a white layer of snow. My lover told me how he hates the spring because his allergies act up. I find the spring to be my savior. What makes me happy makes him upset. Do opposites attract or is that just a law of science?

Author's Note

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