When people would ask me what my favorite season was I'd say spring, in earnest. Winter was cold and wet, summer was hot and inconvenient and fall was both. In the winter the bitter cold would seep into my muscles making me stiff as a corpse, afraid of falling. In the summer the heat would transform my body into a rag doll making everything an effort. Since moving to the mountains my body has changed my mind.
Winter is very cold and yet the trees are powdered with snow. It's as if I live in a snow globe called home and rarely venture out. The wood stove is always going and I happily hibernate in my cosy world. Summer and fall blend into one season as bright colors change to hues of gold and red. A kaleidoscope that beckons me out into the long cool days. Swimming, traveling and playing while strengthening my body. Refilling my energy for the winter ahead. The trees cover me throughout the days keeping me cool, with a pine scented breeze, and I am happy.
In spring I am like the daffodils covered by layer after layer of dirt and late snow. Weakened by my cosy hibernation I must fight my way to the sun. My body has been hibernating and is not as reactive as last fall. Spring is the start of my new year, where I must cautiously build back my strength. It brings hope and promise, along with some hard work, that makes every season my favorite. I will break through and thrive, for I am unbreakable.