Season of Hope

Daily writing prompt

What is your favorite season of year? Why?

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My favorite season would have to be spring. I’m not a fan of cold, and I love watching the world wake up to warmth. My job requires me to spend a lot of time outside which means I get affected by the seasons. I’m out in the scorching heat of summer, I wonder at the vibrant colors of fall, and I trek through the heavy snowfalls of winter. I see it all. Yet, my favorite thing to see is the new growth of spring.

In winter, the trees are a bunch of sticks, dead looking fingers sticking up to the sky. Melted snow makes everything mushy and the brisk wind makes it uncomfortable walking from one building to another. Yet, when spring comes around, you see life budding on the trees. The cold wind is banished with the hug of warmth and flowers make themselves known. There’s new life and the reminder of new beginnings, new hope.

Then, there’s also the storms.

Spring time is a season of storms and I come from a family that enjoys them. Heavy rain, rumbles of thunder, and lightning dancing across the sky. It’s another sign of change from the cold winter and rainfall quenches the thirst of the land.

I enjoy looking at the world after a springtime rain. I remember several times walking dogs at a previous job where I’d take the long path to enjoy the color change rain did to the trails. When it rains, it darkens the bark and branches of trees and other plants. The sky is still an overcast gray, so the world would seem gloomy and dim; however, in the bloom in the spring, colors pop.

With the darkened bark and the gray sky as contrast, the colors of leaves and flowers stand out. My favorite tree to find is a redbud at this time, because the shades of purple on its petals stick out like medieval royalty. Then there’s all the dandelions looking like little suns against the dark of mud. It’s a nice reminder that in the midst of a storm, you can still find beauty and hope.

That’s what I love about spring. Summer is fun and fall is beautiful. Winter’s too cold, but spring is hopeful, and the world could use a little more hope.