What is it about the changing of the seasons that makes me so happy? As far back as I can remember I’ve experienced this sensation of happiness spreading slowly all over me whenever I sense the changing of the seasons. I know most people are happy when summer arrives with its promise of vacations and picnics and late night outings with friends. Some love spring with its promise of new life and new beginnings. Some people will tell you that they love autumn with its subtle chill in the air and the instinct to cuddle for warmth. And ultimately some would tell you that they enjoy winter’s cosiness and the family get-togethers.
This transition is a reminder to live the moment. To take the time to enjoy that very first warm breeze of spring or that very first wedding invitation for the summer, the first time you pull out a long unused and casually discarded long sleeve shirt for the autumn chill or the first cup of hot chocolate of the winter. I’m sure it’s strange, but as I sat with my son in the backyard, him making mud-pies and me transported to another time back to my beloved Amman, I could almost feel my feet slip into sandals at the beginning of spring, their skin still soft from being covered up all winter. I remember coming back from school a long time ago and putting away my navy uniform jacket knowing that it won’t be needed till next autumn. There’s nothing more wonderful than experiencing the changing of the seasons, saying goodbye to the old- I’ll see you soon, and welcoming the new with its promise of a clean and fresh start.
