How does your mood shift with the changing seasons?
What smells to you associate with fall? (spring? summer?)
Colors?
Sounds?
What inspires you about the seasonal shits?
How have your perception of these shifts changed over the years?
Over the years, have you noticed an actual shift in how our seasons change?
We welcome your comments here on this blog and would love to see you on the 25th.
2 comments:
I am loving this shift into fall. I always love the shift, but get quickly discontented and antsy, wanting the next season to come (shit) about a month earlier than it really will. Perhaps and eight-month year is the things for me? Does anyone else experience this?
Springtime falls to the consequence of expectation setting; we have an idea of what it could be or what the movies or grandparents tell us it should be but it never seems to appear: warmth, green, flowers, sunshine, melting snow, bird chirps, floral scents, yellow, pink, orange. All that seems to materialize is mud, slush, repeating flurries in April and grit in the carpet. I move for a collective lowering of expectations for Spring so we'd all be happier with the results.
Summer is nostalgia and reflection and yearning. Lustful, comfortable and exposed. Distant horizions and expanses in temperature. Stagnant thick air and heaven-scent blasts of cold. Sweaters near the air conditioner. Sticky backs of knees on plastic seats. Extra cologne for the date tonight and butterflies when we kiss.
Fall is fleeting. Crunch. Smoke. Light. Rustle. Excitement, denim, leather, beer. Plastic and vinyl haunted house decorations and costume masks. Art museums; painting.
Speed Limit: Winter. Cars slow, I slow, trees freeze. Sterile, clean, anew. Bone. Itching limbs from coming indoors; outside too long. Furry seaters and thermal socks caress dry cracked skin. Steam baths: cold bathroom tiles.
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