“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”
– John Steinbeck
In this same snowy chair, I sat and looked up at the stars in July. Summer is difficult to fathom in the winter, just as winter is difficult to fathom in the summer. I enjoy them both though not as much as I enjoy fall and spring. Perhaps it’s active change that I like, or the becoming of something different.
What’s your favorite season?
