change

The changing of seasons always helps me to step back and realize how beautiful life is. Just when I'm starting to be drained by the dark winter days, the sun warms up and flowers start to bloom. When the summer heat becomes almost unbearable, the air starts to cool and leaves start to change. It blows my mind every time. I always claim to have a favorite season, but it's really just whatever season is on the horizon. The change is what I love, the transition, the newness of it all. 
This morning, as I was walking to school, the air was very cold, but the sun was so warm. It seemed to me like a simple reminder that it might still feel like winter, but spring is here. It's beginning, and now all I can do is wait and enjoy the change.