It’s almost hard to believe that it is near the end of September and I still feels like summer down here. That would not be the case in Kansas. Usually near the end of September, the cool weather would blow in announcing the beginning arrival of autumn. I always found it reassuring to know that another season has come and gone. There is not much of a season change in Nevada. I will miss the changing of seasons. Each beautiful in their own way. Summer brings lush green grass, spring brings beautiful flowers, autum drops colorful leaves and winter brings fresh snow. I find it hard to choose one that is my favorite, but if you were to ask me which one is the most beautiful, I would say winter.
I believe winter is the most beautiful because of the weather. It brings snow. It blankets the world in a pure white sheet as if lulling it to sleep. There is almost an eeire silence when fresh snow lays on the ground and in the moment it feels like your in the vacuum of space. It’s like a metamorphasis. A fresh start. A new beginning. When the snow melts, everyting starts over. The season changes.