It's funny how seasons work in my head. I enjoy the passing of
seasons and I actually enjoy all of them (Spring, Summer, Fall,
Winter). I think my favorite is summer although I love cold dark
winter days. I enjoy the fall days with the leaves blowing and cool
crisp nights but also enjoy spring when everything is bursting forth
and turning yellow from pollen where I live.
One of the things that I notice and myself though is a tendency to
think about the opposite of the season that I'm in. It's summer as I
capture this and so it's usually a warm day with an okay evening but
typically not cool. It's been summer for some time and so I'm finding
myself this week thinking about winter and cold weather and wearing a
jacket all the time and breaking out my warm shirts instead of wearing
thin moisture wicking shirts all the time. Although I tend to wear
them all the time anyways.
But I've always noticed in the deepest part of winter after Christmas
when people are talking about skiing trips and all that I start
thinking about summer heat and how nice it is to take my shirt off and
soak in some sun. Although not too much for me since I really don't
want to get skin cancer anymore.
But it's funny how I am in the moment enjoying what God has given us but
still thinking about the opposite and looking forward to the
upcoming season changes.
Weird.
