Summer officially began last week. I love all the seasons but if I were asked to rank them they would follow as this, with the first being the most liked:
Summer is a time of great production–a humming of activity and doing. Everything is growing, producing and dancing in nature’s rhythms. Fall is a slowing down of the dance, a gathering up of cloaks and grains and storing food away. In Winter, the dancers freeze and rest. In Spring we thaw and prep ourselves all over again.
I drag my toes in the Summer, I’ve realized. I don’t like the heat, the humidity, summer clothing or the general bouisterness in the air. Calm Fall and Silent Winter are my favorites; Spring is like a darling child with rosy cheeks and a flower garland. Summer is a loud goddess, running full throttle with dragon flies and fire flies darting in and out of her hair. She’s beautiful, strong and stormy and full of light and energy. But Summer leaves you exhausted once she’s done her work.
Which season do you find yourself the most alive in? The most inspired in? Or what season do you find yourself budging along, dragging your feet and toes a little? Comment down below and maybe include how you visualize the seasons. Writers have been doing it for centuries.