pardon my new ageyness, but i think seasons are nature's intentional reminder to us that we're at its mercy. we're just tenants and nature's our landlord. it's so neat how designed the universe is. and i think it's actually liberating to think that in the grand scheme of things, we don't have much control at all.
you know that question, "what's your favorite season?" that you've gotten ever since you learned about the calendar in the first-ish grade? when i was a kid, i never really equated seasons with weather or nature (maybe because where i come from, we could wear t-shirts year-round). i thought about seasons in terms of the calendar that modern culture has orchestrated around them: summer means no school, winter means unwrapping presents, fall means turkey, spring means spring break. ;) so i'd pick my favorite season based on which of those sounded most appealing to me at the time.*
of course, nowadays i'm tempted to pick the season i have the best wardrobe for, or whichever one is the least busy time at work, or summer because of margaritas on an outdoor deck. but i think my true favorite "season" is actually the transition between them - when (going back to the whole lack of control thing) nature is showing us our vulnerability and how small we really are.
all of that being said, i'm not above social constructs - i really only started thinking about this when i realized, "fall's just around the corner... that means basketball season is starting up soon!" :)
*i didn't forget to include my birthday as a factor in season selection. i've actually just never been a fan of doing my birthday up big. i'd rather do yours big.
Monday, August 10, 2009
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