Somedays Go

I don't plan these things

Another Semester of school has come to a close. Months go by quicker when you are not watching. Soon we will be into summer and we won't even be able to render our accounts.
Living a life connected to seasons is interesting. You are always looking forward, and making efforts to attribute a change in weather to the start of a new season.

Winter
I think of winter as cold white death. I am not trying to aim for the connotation you are imagining. It is like a flower that is snowed upon. The flower stands yellow for some time then the frost grip of winter stops the flowers growth. It doesn't kill it. At least I don't think so. It holds it still. As still as anything can ever be. The flower is in a state of reflection. It is the balance to the days of summer, when little thought occurs, and when life is moved by action.