Seasons Pass and Approach
What is it about people that makes us always want the season we are coming up on? The long days of summer with their warm dewy mornings and long nights of sunlight were amazing; somehow, though, during the past three days of clouds and rain I’m not hoping for an indian summer, but I’ve come to look forward to the color changes of autumn, the crisp night air, and the sweet smell of a wood burning fire in a cozy house somewhere near.
I don’t think I could live where there weren’t seasons as distinct as in Minnesota. Hawaii: sunny and 80 degrees year-round is great for a visitor … but a complete absence of the rhythm and variety of seasons would drive me batty. Perhaps I’m not old enough to abhor clearing snow after every snow storm. There’s something comforting in the fact that, whatever is happening in your life, the world continues to move about the sun, and the seasons rotate through their usual cycle. It’s a cycle I couldn’t live without.
I was telling Mykala that I have an association of music with seasons. Fall, as people return to school and the weather cools, somehow has become linked to syrupy pop music. I don’t know why - it’s a combination that, to me, works. Winter weekend mornings, with a hot beverage and a cold draft from the windows are perfectly complimented by classical music - again, I do not know why this is the case. My memories are tied up in seasons. In high school there was football in the autumn and bitterly cold mornings waiting for Matt’s car to warm up in the winter. The first 70 degree day in the spring always brought on a feverish desire to be “free” from school.
Perhaps these changing seasons are why I enjoy photography - I like the feeling of being able to pluck a snapshot from the endless parade of life before me and bring it home to stay. Perhaps I just need something more meaningful to write about. Just thoughts for the evening. Good night.
Comments
Nils
Hey Alex, I agree with how certain music just "sounds better" depending upon the season during which the song or genre is played. I really tend to latch on to new bands when I discover them and then after that indulgence period (listening to them nonstop) is over, the experiences of that period are forever associated with that particular band or album. Now whenever I want to think of the snowy dead-of-winter I had in Norway, I pop in Sigur Ros's "Takk" and I'm right back there in my dorm room, looking out my window across the valley and into the snowcovered mountains.