There is some level of comfort in the cycles and predictability of the seasons.
Late spring brings the upcoming Memorial Day weekend to our local beaches. Park workers, who virtually disappeared in the cool weather months, are suddenly as numerous as the hummingbirds at my little red feeder. Signs of the upcoming season begin to appear and, cold or warm, the beach goers will faithfully return in a show of dedication to their beloved sandy beaches.
I’m ready for the warmer weather with its thunderstorms, picnic ants, and stifling heat.
For awhile, anyway.
I know no season can last forever. But they always return.