Spring is the re-introduction of colour; everything dark and grey has faded away. It is strong like torrential rains, but delicate as the budding flowers. Spring is like a blank canvas; a new beginning. Everything needs a fresh, new beginning.
Summer is when the colours are in high contrast. The sounds of the ice cream trucks become just as common as a bird's song. The laughter of children is heard; the smell of carnival food fills the air.
Fall is when blues and pinks turn into florescent reds and rich browns. The sound of crunching leaves on pavement announces the start of a new school year. Harvest festivals occupy our plans. The air grows cooler, and our clothes grow warmer.
Winter is when everything lies dormant. But its beauty is evident in the fresh fallen snow. Even the once bare, crooked trees sparkle in the moonlit sky. The cold weather is defeated by crackling fires, warm cocoa, and thick blankets.