What inspires me?The intersection of seasons. I was tooling around in my head about the trees that have blossomed on my street. One day white with blossoms then several days later metamorphosis into a full green tree. You see an intersection of seasons with the white leaving and the green appearing.
I personally have always been a fan of four distinct seasons. Of course, I currently reside in in an area where the winter hangs on for quite a rainy season which does make me appreciate the momentary glimpses of other seasons.
There is something about the bud, birth, burn and bare seasons. Bud is the spring, fresh, new dawn and new day that appears after an empty winter. Birth is the summer and the result of the pretty bloom washed by the rays of sun. Burn is the autumn and the brilliant end of harmonious moment. Bare is the winter and the clearing the path for everything to start all over.
I love that each season brings something new. It reminds me that in life we have seasons and that it is important to glean what you need and let go of what you don't. Shorts in the winter does not always work.
