Writing the Seasons: Winter

Atmosphere Post-Christmas winter is bleak in every conceivable way. Where the pre-Christmas period is one of jollity and hope for snow, the white frozen stuff post-New Year’s Day comes as a warning. We are now entering the coldest, wettest and most miserable months of the year. When it does snow, we don’t want it. We … Continue reading Writing the Seasons: Winter

Writing the seasons: Autumn

AutumnĀ is the slow decline of the year toward the winter, a slow lingering death from the height of summer into the cold and dark. Yet autumn is far from miserable. I love the unexpected warm days. I love the colours of the season and the wind and rain feels quite energetic and powerful. It has … Continue reading Writing the seasons: Autumn

Writing the seasons: Summer

Summer is the pinnacle of the life of the seasons. I love the warmth that (should) be everywhere. In southern England the sun rises something like 4am and by 5am it is usually already warm. If you are ever awake at this time, I can recommend going for a walk and listening to the silence. … Continue reading Writing the seasons: Summer