Four Seasons
Spring is an enlightening season in which there is great anticipation of the events it brings. During this season, people are busy putting away their snow blowers and bringing out their lawn mowers. Kids are packing away their snowsuits and sleds and bringing out their new bikes and shorts. The birds return flapping their wings in the sky as if to get everyone's attention. Along with the birds return all the other animals. I am aware of their presence through traces of deer tracks in the mud and the loud chattering of squirrels among themselves. The snow from the previous season melts its way back to the Elk River. The sound of waves flowing down stream and crashing against boulders, interrupting central flow, is easing. The wind is calm and, at a slow pace, carries away the redundant remnants of the dreary winter. The distinct smell of melted snow fills the air as it seeps into the dirt, creating mud. The sun bounces off my forehead, making me feel warm on the inside. It is a comforting feeling like the one you get after a long, hot shower. In the Fall, everything that we were so busy finding now goes back into its boxes and rest until Spring finds its way back to The Snow Valley. Still, there is very much goi
The sun cools down again and quietly retreats. With the coming of the next season, it is clear that winters stay is long overdue. The trees stand bare, mounted against the mountains in the distance. It is hard for anyone to relate to and just as hard to explain but that is what I smell. I try to breath it all in but it tingles my throat causing me to quickly press my lips together again. It hits my cheeks and paints them red while deep within, I quiver. They make my stay worth the while and even harder to leave. Neighbors talk of the events of the past month and the plans for the ones coming. I lie down on the hill just before the range, admiring the town from a limited view. The Earth is blanketed by a cold chill meant to prepare us for what is to come. Some days, the only sound which gives away the presence of the birds is, the flustering of the water, when they make their smooth landings in the pond behind me.
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Spring Autumn,
Valley Neighbors,
Seasons Spring,
Elk River,
Columbia Canada,
fills air,
birds return,
days clouds,
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