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Seasons Change

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It's always taken a long time for me to adjust to things. It doesn't really matter what it is; it could be a new pair of socks or a new season. It's not that I'm "slow", it's just that it's my nature that I like things the way they are, and have never really been a fan of change.

It's been December for over two weeks and winter is coming up quickly, but I don't feel like it's even near that time yet. (Which is extremely odd considering I already have over a foot of snow where I live.) My family hasn't put up the Christmas tree yet, and I haven't played in the snow much, so I guess it's not like I'm completely insane.

I was alone in the dining room the other morning. My mom and dad were at work, and my brother was yet to wake up. I stood by the window for a while, watching the scenes outside. The world was so peaceful and quiet. Snow started falling, and I watched it drift to the ground. A gentle wind blew through the bare trees and made them sway slightly, and a lone rabbit hopped across my snowy yard.

It was then that it really clicked for me. It is December.

I watched the kids play outside in the snow, confirming my thoughts. They had a snow day. Though I did not (as I am home schooled and I was slightly jealous), I found some joy in watching them frolic about in the glistening winter wonderland. It only took some snow to make those middle-schoolers feel like little kids all over again. It really is the magic of the season. It gets to all of us somehow. Something about the holidays and the anticipation building up to them brings out the youth in everyone.

I went outside later that day and I too felt like a child again. That youth inside me sang as I sledded down the small hill in my front yard and had a snowball fight with my brother. I even had hot chocolate when I went back inside. Needless to say, I enjoyed it immensely.

My mom says she hates the cold and the snow and the shoveling. I suppose as she got older, she grew out of all the fun there was in playing in the snow. I guess things like that passed as she took on more responsibilities. Sadly, I know that will happen to me as well as time goes on . . .

But for now, 'tis the season, and I'm going to do my best to enjoy it.

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