In a book I was reading recently, the author asked what was the reader's favorite season. I though about this one long and hard before I could come up with an answer. You see, each seasons to me is special. Summer has warm temperatures, thunderstorms and great cumulus cloud development.
Winter has blizzards, howling winds, the whiteness of snow and the dazzle of ice.
Not only changes from in and out but, for most areas of North America, extreme changes in a matter of days. Yesterday, I went out to Island View Beach, a quiet stretch of shoreline in the non-summer months along the southeastern coast of Vancouver Island looking toward the continent, to inhale the clean marine air in hopes of finding inspiration. The weather was excellent for expanding my consciousness. The only massing of clouds shaded the Malahat, the ridge forming the western limit of the Saanich Inlet fjord. The day, not the place, awakened memories of early March days in northeastern Illinois, the home of my youth.