Ideal Seasons

By: Hailey

Winter: Crunch, crunch! Snow is piling on the sidewalks, and I can not see two feet in from of me.
There is a mountain of thick snow that is brighter than the color of my mother's milk-white wedding
dress, she wore in her marriage picture. Wading through the snow was like swimming through dense
cement. The sound of my heavy footsteps echoes down the eerie silence that fills the park. Every step I
take leaves a fresh footprint in the snow as if I am the only person to have ever walked here. I can feel
icy air whistling around my ears, causing my skin to sting. I notice snowflakes drift like parachutes gently
down from the sky. Some branches of the trees bend with a heavy load of snow they are carrying, while
some twigs claw up to the sky like a witch's fingers. The bleach-like snow glistens as if a fairy has
sprinkled fairy dust over the entire world. Street lamps stand proudly lining the pathway like soldiers
guarding their territory. There is a sense of calmness in the atmosphere. I know winter is finally here. I
trudge up a steep path and, amidst the cloudy snow, I could make out a toy-sized cobblestone cottage
with lighted sill-out windows in the distance. My fur boots pushed through the packed snow like a dog
paddling in water as I trudged towards the snow-covered cabin. Snowflakes descending from the sky
were hanging on my brown fur coat. I rushed towards the wooden door as I was eager to go back into
the comfy hut for a nice cup of hot chocolate near the heaven-like fireplace. I twisted the doorknob, and
a wave of heat blasted my face. I shivered and curled near the fireplace. The fire felt like warm butter
melting on my face as the bitter sky outside wept. As I looked out the window, I realized that the
snowman I had built now looked more like my dad's squashed cupcake he had made for me on my
birthday. I could see frost forming on my glass window. Icy blue icicles were dangling off the top of my
window sill, and winter strangled the land as wisps of powdered snow filled the sky. While the
snowflakes danced in the wind through the window, I knew winter, the coldest season of the year, was
going to be a great cool-off after a heated, long summer.

Fall: “Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.”, Albert Camus once spoke. It was true.
The weather was not too hot or cold and the temperature is inviting. I could smell the light sweet scent
of ripe pumpkins and the crisp air flowing on my face. Green trees change to orange, with some of an
ombre of orange, red, and yellow. Orange leaves drifted from the trees and twirled down to the dusty
ground. The leaves were magma reds, hot oranges, and fever yellow. The small forest around me had a
variety of warm colors and nuts thunk to the ground. As my grandma and I walk deeper into the forest
trail, I could almost see myself drowning in a sea of leaves from bushes, branches, and vines. Squirrels
scrabble and claw through the crackly leaves, hoping to collect more nuts before hibernation. The sun is
cold and pale. My grandma and I happily walk down the forest trail, observing the plump pumpkins that
glow brighter than stars in the distance of nearby shack areas. Beautiful trees sway in the tune of the
wind. Leaves crunch under our feet. Groundhogs are nibbling on afield of dried flowers. Finally, as we
finish the trail I can see tiny businesses open with candles, apple pies, pumpkins, spices, and cozy
sweaters. Fall is truly a time of uniqueness, renewed optimism, and admiration for the festivities there
are to celebrate Fall!

Spring: A time of rebirth, renewal, and awakening. A whole nature becomes fresh with new flowers
leaves on the tree. As I walked through a garden, it felt like heaven. The most beautiful scene is seeing
all the animals wake up from their hibernation to say hello, and seeing flowers flourish once again after
months of cold weather. If you watch closely you can see small animals crawling out of their holes to see
the new season spring. This season comes with lots of beautiful flowers. The weather is really pleasant
in spring. Rain pours softly and refreshes all the dried plants. Grass sprouted from everywhere I looked
as though excited to grow. The sun was like their mother flourishing them with nutrients and feeding
the plants. Birds sang like a choir singing their joy of a new spring season. Butterflies danced around and
twirled in circles in the air. Bees looked eager to go back to work as they buzzed around tulips. Overall,
spring is a happy season to be grateful of nature and everything we have around us!