Question:s Describe a road in different seasons.

The road, an unassuming stretch of asphalt, meandered through the heart of a

quiet town, its character ever-changing with the shifting seasons.
In summer, the sun beat down upon the road’s surface, causing its black tar to
shimmer with heat - a mirage that danced in the distance. The air was heavy with
humidity, and the road seemed to radiate warmth. Children’s laughter filled the
air as they chased after ice cream trucks, their bare feet scurrying across the
sizzling pavement.
As the much-awaited monsoon arrived, the once dry and dusty road underwent a
magical transformation, turning into a glistening ribbon, adorned with puddles
that mirrored the brooding sky. Raindrops tapped a soothing rhythm on rooftops,
and the scent of wet earth mingled with the tang of rain-soaked asphalt. The
road’s edges burst into life with an explosion of green, as if nature itself had taken
a paintbrush in each hand and added a fresh coat of colour.
As autumn arrived, the trees that lined the road put on a spectacular show of
colours, ranging from vibrant oranges to deep red and yellow. The leaves seem to
be ablaze with colour, casting the road in a tapestry of fiery hues that stretched as
far as the eye could see. Crisp leaves rustled underfoot, creating a symphony of
earthy tones. The road seemed quieter than usual, contemplative; almost as if it
were taking a moment to pause and embrace the fleeting beauty of the changing
foliage. Morning fog clung to the road surface, creating an ethereal atmosphere
and adding an air of mystery to the surroundings.
During the winter, a striking contrast emerged, transforming the landscape into a
picturesque sight. The road, once so lively, now lay dormant beneath a blanket of
pure white snow. The world around it hushed and serene, as it caught in a
moment of utter stillness. The only signs of life were the footprints etched into
the snow’s surface, marking the passage of those brave enough to venture out,
daring the cold. The chill in the air was invigorating, filling the lungs with a
refreshing crispness that left one feeling revitalized. In deep slumber, the road
appeared to be at rest, covered in a blanket of icy embrace, waiting for the warm
touch of the sun to awaken it once more.
With the onset of spring, the road awakened anew. The cherry blossom trees that
lined the sidewalks burst forth in an explosion of delicate pink and whites,
showering the pavement below with a confetti-like display of petals. The air was
scented with a sweet floral fragrance, a perfume that seemed to infuse just about
everything around it. The road was abuzz with life; bicycles whizzed past, and
people strolled leisurely, basking in the warmth of the sun that heralded the
return of vibrant days.
Through each season, the road’s personality shifted - a canvas painted with
nature’s palette. What a breathtaking sight to behold. It was a silent witness to
the ebb and flow of time, an unchanging presence in a world of change, a
testament to the beauty of nature.