I don’t think there are any more lovely times of the year than right in between two seasons. the transitioning into something new.four times per year, i get stricken by the most bitter sweet nostalgia, remembering seasons from some other time, some other year.
No matter which season i’m moving into, i get filled with anticipation and the sense of moving forward, while looking backwards. does that make sense at all ?
For me, it would be difficult to thrive living in a country without seasons. I feel like i need the change of weather, light, temperature, and colours to understand that time is moving forward – and so should i.
Whenever the seasons change, i get in a new mood. summer is all about airy clothing , cold food, feeling wild and free, swimming, and movies about summer love.
Autumn on the other hand makes me long for colours like navy, florals, hot ginger drinks, bean stews, an everyday routine, productivity and coziness,more indoor activities and less craziness.
Perhaps i’m too changeable, maybe i move too quickly, ever going for what feels new and exciting. Perhaps, but i rather be moving too often than being stuck in a rut.
I’m like a shark you know, swim or drown.