Three Seasons

The sun began peeking her lazy head up over the east edge of Light Point Pond. Peering slowly she knows there is no need to rush about. No calisthenics to perform, no morning ritual to run through. Stretch and slowly rise - she casts her light upon the Earth. Her warmth and love emanate into the pores and cells of everything she touches. All are joyous to be in her company.

A few scattered clouds begin to move in bringing a soft gentle rain. At first appearing as a fine mist then transforming to a heavy dense fog lingering in the air. Turning to tiny raindrops which soon become a downpour of water working feverishly to melt the snow and cold clutches of the winter season. The drops sound heavy upon the icy covered snow as if falling hard upon a tin roof.

Swiftly the rain has transformed to large puffy tuffs of snowflakes. Silently falling they are greeted by a gentle breeze which picks them up and dances briefly with them. Up, up and around and down. They demonstrate a show of faith as they are cast about in mid-air much like trapeze artists and when they come down they land so silently and gently no bones are ever broken. They smother the pre-existing winter scene with a fresh pristine cloak of white.

Three seasons I have just experienced while drinking my morning coffee. I watched a summer’s sun rise begin to warm the day subtly turn to a soft spring rain removing another layer of winters clothing only to return back again to snowfall. All in a very short course of time, Nature constantly changes her banquet of weather offering a wide variety of delights to those who frequent her daily buffets.