“What happened to our Spring?”
Rainy, cool, and windy again, after mild, sunny late Winter days. But three months is plenty of time for warmth, cool, rain, wind, thunder, lightning, Sun, be it Winter, Autumn, Summer, or Spring.
When the Sun sets after 6:00, that doesn’t seem like Winter anymore. But that’s been messed with nowadays when we turn the clocks ahead earlier in the year, so that the Sun sets after 7pm, as one associates with Summer, during what technically remains Winter.
A 60-degree day doesn’t seem like Winter.
A 30-degree day seems like Winter, not Autumn.
December seems less an Autumn month than September seems a Summer month, but it’s not about our emotional response to the month. The Earth’s rotation around the Sun is what determines the timing of the seasons.
The seasons, though, are a human thing. Winter, Spring, Autumn, Summer: these are among the great trigger words that bring on some of our deepest sentiments.
Day, night, light, darkness. We understand ourselves as living beings by experiencing our primal responses to the Sun rising, rain falling, Spring’s blossoms, Autumn leaves, snowfall.
I imagine a distant civilization that imagines, somewhere, a planet that has that rarest, most precious phenomenon– liquid water that falls as rain.
And children splashing in the puddles.