NutritiousGoop wrote...
It becomes cold.
No one likes the cold if they aren't used to it.
I hate the cold. I like the autumn chill but hate the freezing winds of Jack Frost.
The grass turns brownish and the fallen leaves turn grey
It leaves gray and brown trees
The world lacks color this time of year.
The Christmas decorations add so much life and color... But only in December
That color comes down starting January.
It becomes cloudy more often, obscuring beautiful blue skies with blankets of grey and white
It is depressing. At least in the southern part of the states.
I don't live in a city. I live in a suburb.
I don't get to see the city lights at night.
It is rare to see snow down here.
I'm lucky if it happens more than one day a year
Those lines seem like a poem... Did you do that on purpose, or am I just assuming that was you being creative? I hope the former, because otherwise I'd feel idiotic.
NutritiousGoop wrote...
But when it does snow, damn is it a beautiful sight with as little snow as we get. And the clear skies after...
Winter can be a beautiful thing... Just, not so much where I live
And I wish the beauty of winter would visit more often to offset the saddening colorless visuals.
This is why I hate winter. The "winter chills" my dad calls it. I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels this way.
At least sunset skies are always beautiful...
But if something is rare, doesn't that enrich its beauty? If you see the same sight all the time, doesn't something of beauty, albeit rare, seem that much more meaningful when you see it?