Summer is a season for children. The fortunate see these sweltering months as monumental moments of empty time equalled with a limitless pursuit of passion. But the summer slips away as quickly as it began. Like a child, the fortunate are in awe that their months of glory have once again passed.
Then comes autumn. It is a brilliant season of uniformed decay. The year’s vibrant life ages to a splendour of gold, red and brown. The children resume their studies and return to the fold. They, too, age with the change of season. The autumn is strict in its lessons. Like spring, the fall is a good season for learning.
Winter is a time for men. The cold is a temporary nuisance and the snow that falls near the year’s end is only a distraction. The children of the summer once again emerge, rubbing their eyes and crying out loud with complaints about the rain, sleet and snow. The men carry on and wait for the ice to thaw and the season to pass.
Spring is a good season of rebirth and vitality. Each year the same swift change alters the cityscape of Vancouver. The trees along lazy boulevards of quiet neighbourhoods erupt in a vibrant pink. The cherry-blossoms add a fantastic hue to the grey streets and dark clouds. Soon, the grey ascends and the fields breathe with new life. Waves of humid warmth lift from grassy knolls and cool gusts come off of the babbling brooks found along the hiking trails in the mountains. It’s almost a perfect pitch to find a harmonious chord within the body. And, like fall, the spring is a good season for learning.
I want to live, love and learn during an endless spring…