Seasons are corners

I live in a four season climate. Some seasons are portioned out more liberally than others. We hanker for more than our fair share of the summer one.  Others prefer the winter for all the fun activities they bring, some swear by the shortening fall days with the shimmering colours and tendrils of woodsmoke, grounding us once more.

I think about the seasons like a series of corners around which we turn and where we are given a new chance to pivot, to turn a corner.