Write about what it feels like with the seasons…

Drastic. But with all the seasons it’s a love/hate relationship. I love the colors of the fall but it means the world will be dark and cold almost dead very soon.

Moving into winter is like hunkering down for the end. The trees are dead the earth is dead and if you don’t drive well you’re pretty much dead.

I hate to be cliché but spring is like a breath of fresh air. I imagine what it must feel like if you died and came back to life. Spring is about hope and dreams and the beginning of it all.

Summer. Blessed Summer. Look at pictures of anyplace in the summer and the meaning of life is right there. Big and bright and strong. 
Summer is the season for me to be free to be me.