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We only really remember something or someone after they have left us.
It's natural after all;
When spring arrived, i remembered it's not so innocent innocence.
It was innocent because it was rebirth, and i almost forgot how the still cold spring rain hit the grounds, washing the remains of winter away. How it forced flowers to bloom out of the still dead ground. How something awoke in creatures when it arrived.
When spring arrived i missed the nostalgia of the cold being wiped away by the growing warmth. I missed the way the animals came out of their hiding places.
When summer arrived i felt exhausted, spring having taken all my energy. I didn't want to move and the heat made me want to rip my skin off.
When spring passed i remembered the heat hitting my skin, making me feel safe in its clutches, the grass lightly brushing against my legs as i walked passed. I missed the silent and warm summer days.
When autumn arrived i was very satisfied, the heat getting less and less. I was very excited for halloween and thanksgiving. I loved the way i could go outside wearing only a sweater and not getting hypothermia or a heatstroke.
When autumn passed and i looked around. It was as if someone, an old friend, had come into my house. Used everything i owned and just got up and said his goodbye, leaving me with an empty house. As if the earth took a deep breath in and screamed while exhaling it out.
When winter arrived i was very excited for the streets to be covered in a beautiful layer of white, for everyone to take their christmas trees out. I was excited because i wanted to sit by an open fire and drink hot chocolate like my mother used to make when i was young.
It was too cold to do anything i liked and in no way was i prepared for the cold storms or the bald trees that looked quite scary when it was five P.M, and because it was already too dark outside i could go out.
In the silence of winter i longed for the sounds of the warming spring rain.
But it is supposed to be like this.
For if we didn't have winter's silence, would spring's noise sound good?
For if we didn't have spring's non stopping growth, would summer's halt calm us down?
For if we didn't have summer's heatwaves, would autumn's cold breezes feel as refreshing?
For if we didn't have autumn's rampage, would winter's comfort bring us to some sort of peace?