It is necessary for you to understand that when I ask you for your favorite season that’s not what I’m asking you
I’m asking you what part of life has stuck with you the most and where you were the most comfortable
Were your summers like being high on life where nothing could go wrong and bring you any lower than you were in those moments
Do you remember the fall when you started growing up when you learned things can and do go wrong
But it’s not all bad because there is still beauty here if you look closely enough
I’ll always remember you holding on to that
What about the winter your lowest of lows you told me
A pain that lodged itself in your back and refuses to leave you like the warmth did
No matter how much you screamed at God to make it disappear it never did
Could you say you live for the spring when things are getting better and you can start to breathe again
You made it through with nothing but a few new scars you don’t remember getting but it’s ok the flowers are growing again
So when I ask what your favorite season is please think carefully about where you’ve been and what feels like home
~W.C.