A Seasonal Life

It’s the rain that makes me think of you. The soft burbling sound as the water rushes the gutters. The subtle, almost un-hearable hiss as raindrops pepper a too hot sidewalk. The weird earthworm smell that wafts up from the warm driveway, after a downpour. Funny moments precipitated, and distilled, by the rain. Running for cover, sharing a laugh while doing simple tasks, and exchanging sounds of dismay and delight.

Sunny hot days make me think of you. The wide blue sky with fluffy white clouds brings a smile. Skin feeling toasted. Whole days open from early until late, with so many options. A friendly walk to look at the river and count the robins. Happy chatter on our way to the park. Languid laughter shared while sitting and sipping a cool drink.

Dry leaves blowing by, on sunny cool days, make me think of you. Enjoying the last of the warmth and daylight. New clothes and calendars. Celebrations, frivolous and fanciful. Creative collaborations, as the colorful displays, elicit pointing and commentary on walks and drives. Preparing for the long dark days. Sharing some hot chocolate after a too-cold walk.

It’s the fluffy white snow that makes me think of you. Falling so fast that it’s hard to inhale without catching some flakes. Girded in winter boots, heavy coats, hats, and gloves. Playing in the snow, slipping and sliding, skating and gliding. Wiping the frost off of the windows to glimpse outside, playing board games, and sharing inside jokes.

As each season streams by, I pray, that it’s not too late for us, to share new days. To walk beneath sunny blue skies, to dodge raindrops, and to dash in from the cold. Stepping carefully to miss the ice, hiding beneath. Sharing warmth, safety, love, laughter, and joy. Making the seasons remarkable, and not lost, to time.