Thinking about autumn and it's many different aspects, it's heady beauty, it's dignity and grandeur, I am tempted to call it 'my favourite season'.
But then I start thinking about spring and instantly recall the dazzling beauty, the lusciousness I associate with it. It's so hard to decide ... and I find myself thinking: Maybe it's rather spring, that is my favourite season?
Until I remember the many things I loved about last summer and suddenly start to wonder: Isn't summer a season I love so much, maybe even my favourite of all the seasons?... It's opulence, it's radiant beauty, I surely wouldn't want to miss that?
Especially as the above are just the aspects necessary to provide an apt contrast to everything I love about winter ... it's austere beauty, it's frosty elegance. Because winter, you know, might just be ... my favourite season.
...
(Smiling, sighing ... I'll just drop the unnecessary comparative here.)
I vaguely recall a poem by some Chinese Zen master on this very subject but must admit that I remember only the first few lines ... hold on, I'll try to find the book ..!
(5 min. later)
I got it, here it is:
Ten thousand flowers in spring,
the moon in autumn,
a cool breeze in summer,
snow in winter.
If your mind isn't clouded
by unnecessary things,
this is the best season of your life.
(Wu Men)
1 comment:
Thank you for reminding me to be aware of the gifts of each day, no matter the season.
As I left my office today, the sun had nearly set, and to the west, the sky was a brilliant, salmon pink. The glow was on everything -- the cars in the lot, the trees full of autumn leaves, and me.
It was lovely. I'd almost forgotten already. Thanks again.
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