Seasons

Daniel, sat on the bench with legs crossed, looked out across the lake. He found the view calm, quiet, serene and ever so beautiful. This was his place, that place, where his breathing found a calm that the big city never seemed to provide. He adored the time spent doing absolutely, completely, nothing much at all.

He’d visited this escape over the years, upon the days that afforded him the luxury of undertaking the reasonably short journey. No beeping cars, no screeching of tyres, no coughing individuals and, most certainly, providing a slower pace of life. He’d seen the transformation of each season, moving, adapting, changing to the ever-shifting planet. This year, he was joined by another, his friend, companion, lover and, of course, the one that made him smile.

They’d seen the growth from Spring, the animals starting to birth, the ducks around the lake creating new life, the showers of rain coming and going, with the days and moments seemingly longer as each new day appeared. They’d met in the Spring, the perchance meeting becoming a realistic notion, within the couple. Friends before lovers. Understanding before connecting, creating something new that would hopefully last as long as a spring filled day. Daniel held her hand, relaxing that little further into the soft, plush, outside self-cushioned bench.

They’d witnessed the colours of Summer, where they’d both experienced many adventures, away from the hustle and bustle of their normal lives. Summer always brought warmth, the adventure of finding new places and moments, always inspiring the both of them, to be more than they currently were. Arm in arm, day by day, they’d walk around the small lake experiencing the calm afforded to them both.

They’d watched the Fall of Autumn, with colours fading to be replaced with the yellow, red and browns of life. The weather, changing, with the days becoming shorter, they’d find comfort inside. Holding, embracing, becoming closer than ever before. This, to the two, involved a time to weather any storm. Each day, colder than the next, with animals preparing to hide.

They’d felt the cold of Winter, surrounding them, nipping, biting at their fingers and toes. The landscape, changing ever further, covered with the beautiful snow of change. They’d play, they’d roll within the days of inner warmth, the fire alight within each of them. There would always be something special about the cold storms of life. It brought people together, closer, the embrace confirming the connection and stability.

Daniel loved this place. His escape, their sanctuary, from everything and everyone else. They both knew that although the seasons were becoming mixed, neither really acknowledged the fact that each new day seemed to vanish with ease.  Effortless, timeless, the drama of eventualities not even considered when embraced by the authentic heart of another. He knew that no matter what was said, no matter what they did, he didn’t care which season it was, as he’d spend each and every single one of them, with her.