Since we moved to Europe in 2021, I have witnessed the punctual flow of one season into the other. For someone who’s spent all her life in strictly wet-dry climates, this has been a very fascinating experience for me. Four seasons. A blanketing proof of forces outside ourselves, inevitable changing and aging, nature’s natural cycle of death and rebirth. Slowly, and then all at once. This is how it always goes. For several days, it’s hot. Every person you see is basking in the heat from the scorching sun, some would even resort to ditching their clothes altogether. Summer dresses, shades, shorts. And then one day, you feel that cold breath on your skin. A gust, a wisp, an invisible, gentle cold touch. Unmistakable but negligible, because after some time, the golden ball comes back. Again, people bask in the sometimes too friendly sun. And then, rain. People adjust, “it’s just one of those days”. This, too, does not last. Nature is best in taking its time. Slowly, slowly, it eases you to...
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