The Changing Seasons

The Changing Seasons

Kairine Brown, Writer

They should really have a name for the few weeks for when Autumn feels like winter and winter feels like fall. When the leaves litter the ground and the trees hang bare. Yet the next day you notice this, the temperature climbs. It’s hot and then frigid in a matter of minutes. More minutes go by and it’s back to hot. I wish they had a word for when you’re so angry you want to explode. You want to destroy everything in your path. Seasons are weird. You want it to snow every day so badly in the Fall but when “Spring” rolls around the trees take time to bloom. The flowers aren’t pretty until May. Spring feels too cold but then the next day is Summer, which is too hot. It’s too hot. The snowman you made last week has disappeared into thin air. No matter how much you miss that snowman, he won’t come back. Until the few weeks between Autumn and Winter. When it snows and then it’s summer again that cycle repeats until it’s November and then again on rare occasions it’s too hot for your bundled up soul. Hidden behind the thick scarf Grandma made you. It’s too hot for soup and freshly baked treats.  And then spring comes around, it’s cold again you hide yourself behind the scarf again. And you finally pull those warm pastries out of the oven. The next thing you know, it’s hot. The pastries hide away until those few weeks between Autumn and Winter. You go outside and play until it’s cold again. And walking the dog feels like a chore. Going outside in the frigid outdoors. The icy wind blows your face numb, and you pull out Grandma’s scarf again. You pull the treats out of the oven and it’s winter, finally winter. No one notices the seasons change. You notice how some days you have to wear a sweatshirt and others you don’t. You don’t notice how happy the scarf is when you wrap it around your neck. You don’t notice how droopy your scarf is when you put away for Summer. You don’t notice how the weather’s feelings and events. You don’t care. But I do.