In the winter, it's too cold to be walking all over the place, and worse still, even when it's not bitterly cold, who wants to fight through all that snow until your calves ache and it takes five hours to walk five blocks. Good thing I live in Regina, five blocks from everywhere and a 10 cab ride to one end of town from the other. Still, winter is also warm homes, hot coffee, hoarfrost that is breathtakingly beautiful, Christmas of course and surviving.
In the spring, everything changes, the weather gets warmer, the houses need airing out, the days are longer and it's easier to get around. It's easier to find bunnies in the shops too, what with Easter being just around the corner. Of course, it's also a time for annual self analyzation, which sucks like a hoover and generally leads to drunkeness, or depression, or both. It's a time of reflection and a time to look forward.
Summer is hot. And the only thing worse than a fat broad is a fat sweaty broad (thank you Robert Adams) However, there are days that last forever, well into evenings just as warm, holidays for those in school, sometimes holidays even if you're not in school. Time for cold iced tea, and sitting on the deck, somewhere, anywhere. There are less clothes on people, which can be a great thing, or a nightmare, depending on where you look. There are bugs, which suck, and barbeques, which dont. The fair comes to town in the summer, and its hard to remember what snow is like. Rain feels better in summer, more refreshing, less drenching. As they say, the living is easy....
Fall, autumn, season of death, season of sleep. A time to store nuts if you're a squirrel, go to sleep if you like hibernating, and enjoy multicoloured trees. Leaves sound louder. The cold is not bitter, it's 'sharing a blanket with your lover' cool instead. It's a time to start school, find a sale, check out the new tv season, always hoping for the best, inevitably disappointed. It's the best time of the year.

(I know, I know, no details of my life--let's just say I waver between ecstacy and despair these days, want a vampire lover who will alternate between biting and purring, wish I had more money, pray for my friends who are hurting with more fervent belief than I've had since I memorized the 23 Psalm when I was six, need a coffee, need a smoke, need a few more hours each day, wish I understood my computer more, am still dealing with work and bartending when I can, working out how I can perform at my decade walks without actually performing, and even looking forward to spring)

Bye for now