I know my body desires four seasons in a year. I grew up in a part of the world where each season took exactly three months of the year. This had no doubt left some mark inside of me.
Now, residing in this amazingly mild seaside, the ocean exercises its marvelous magnanimity to take control of the seasons. As a result, each month doesn't seem to distinguish one from another. Temperature doesn't vary as much from day to day. Trees and plants flourish and hibernate with the coming and going of the rain, not the change of seasons.
Still, in such a toned down environment, it's not hard to experience spring, summer and autumn. At the end of the year, the streets in town are still lined with maple trees of bright red.
Obviously missing is winter, the big snowy variety. In the past 10 years also, I have adopted the habit of going to the high mountains to see snow every winter.Or, should I say my body guides me to snow fields when the time is right.
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This year, New Year's eve was the only clear day in a while, as it had been raining or snowing off and on almost daily. Going to the mountains of deep snow, one must take the weather conditions into consideration. The winter wonderland can be stern and perilous.