Spring is the time for new growth and flowers and dew and all of that fun stuff we didn't see during winter. Personally, growth doesn't interest me. Not really. I'm impatient. I don't like to see the maturing, the turmoil leading to character built. I like to see how things end because it often reveals more than when those very things begin. I want the full story, not the blank slate, not the rough draft. I much prefer vibrant, intriguing, loud red to an innocent, modest, common light green. Autumn is the season that captivates me each time. Every aspect of life gets progressively colder until it dies or hibernates. I like to see that. I like to see the limit. How cold before the migratory birds take their leave? How much snow before the badger is on lock-down? How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop? Essentially, how much is too much? I like to think that the most revealing stage in the life of anything is right before death. It is truly the most eye-opening, awe-inspiring thing to witness. Of the few things I believe with conviction, this must be the most prominent. What happens at rock bottom, what happens when the levy breaks, that's when there are no more secrets. That's when you finally can begin to understand.
Leaves become most beautiful when they're about to die--Regina Spektor
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