I wasn't really a person to pay attention to the seasons changing.
There was a set time for each, I knew that much. I also knew they left, but always came back. It wasn't until you left, that I started to realize how beautiful the seasons actually were.
They knew nothing of dominance or greed.
They knew they would get their turn to freeze over swimming pools, change the colors of the leaves, help the flowers bloom, & melt popsicles.
They would swiftly ease away from one another casually interconnecting at times.
All of this of course fascinated me.
You leaving wasn't like the seasons changing at all.
It was more of a drastic change above anything else.
It doesn't happen often, but when the sky is angry, it'll take away all sense of happiness & safety you felt on that warm spring day & replace it with a freezing abyss.
Then that's it.
I grew very fond of the seasons after you were gone.