These time they are a changing

What to write about today?

I shall write about................................

The Weather

A typically British thing to talk about, but I shall talk about it nonetheless. Being 5'7"ish, 5'8" on a good day, large and covered in what can only be described as fur I do not like the hot weather. I like the sun, no in fact I LOVE the sun I just hate the heat. So waking up today to a super fresh morning but bright blue skies and the sun shining proudly was lovely. Ideally it should be about another 10 degrees cooler and just as bright for me to be in my perfect climate.

My Favourite seasons in order and why:

(these views are based on actual seasonal weather, not some unnaturally hot spring or so on)

1st Place = Winter
I love waking up to fresh weather, clear skies, thick frost, snow. I love that first sniff of winter morning air, so cold it burns your nose. Skies crystal clear, speech punctuated with your breath as it warms the air! Trees and building decorated with frost and icicles glinting with sunlight. Wearing sweaters and scarves. The dance of the slippery asphalt as everyone starts walking like newborn deer learning to find their balance. I like how the black and white of bare trees is accentuated by the bright blue sky. The nights are darker but the moon ever present shines so brightly like a night light, a constant reminder that its brother, the sun, will be back in the morning.

2nd Place = Spring:- 

Much the same as above however the colours this time year are amazing. new growth, bursts of colour as new life springs into the flowers and hedgerows, how the grass is greener and breaks up the black and white of the late frosts. The sounds of the animals as they wake up and return to their everyday business, getting ready for next winter, a slog that seemingly never ends.

3rd Place = Autumn:- 

Another season of colour. Before the trees lose their leaves, the gold and brown hues they adopt, the winds, the rain, the sense that this is the season of cleansing, washing itself of the dryness and dustiness of Summer. The smell and sound of heavy rain pounding the already weakened leaves, wetting the dry ground. Walking home on the increasingly darker evenings, sitting with family as the winds blows a hooey outside. Eating stew and drying off in front of the fire, readying ourselves for winter.

4th Place = Summer:- 

Although last Summer is not actually that bad. The increasingly longer warmer, brighter days, sitting outside awash a wide array of summer colours, cooking food on the barbecue, sitting in the garden with friends till late at night as the sky turns a purple blue, the sun refusing to go down until the very last moment. Giving everyone a couple hours of not so complete darkness, rising again with vigour.

That is all,

Nufan