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Originally Posted by Found Goat
I suppose for many people, summertime is the nicest part of the year, whereas I enjoy all the four seasons.
My favorite season is autumn. As a lad, I would spend many hours playing with the leaves in our sprawling backyard, lined with maple trees. During this period, it was often my duty to rake up these colorful, redolent fallen ones. This I loved and was no chore for me to do.
As for Winter, my love of it, too, also dates back to the time of my youth, when I used to go tobogganing or play in the backyard with my older brother, for hours at a time, building snowmen.
When I talk with people, most say they’d love to live where it’s verdant and balmy all the time, some place where they don’t even know what an icicle is. Personally, I’d get bored living in a climate where it’s sunny and warm all year round.
For me, as an aesthete, there is nothing quite like walking at evenfall on a mild midwinter day when the snow is gently falling and the air is pleasant but crisp enough to feel brisk, or looking at the snow-capped trees during the day when the sun is shining and the snow is glistening. In these indescribably and subtly beautiful moments, somewhat enchanting as they are, I sense a numinous nuance in the air and feel one with creation. ‘Tis the time of the year when I prefer savoring warm apple cider and cocoa over cooler beverages.
Granted, I can do without the periodic inclement weather that Winter brings with it – the blizzards and the heavy snowfalls – and by the end of it, I can’t wait for Spring to arrive and to get out the golf clubs. There’s also nothing quite like being out on the links on a peaceful morning when the sun is out and the grass sparkles with dew.
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