Spring brings us rainy weather, bright yellow tulips and cherry blossoms. It brings us hope.
Summer comes stealing in with its hot and humid often caressing breath while Fall lingers, patiently waiting in the wings with its golden leaves ready to quickly cover the ground in rich glorious color.
And Winter?
Winter awaits with its first blast of cold. Sometimes arriving angry and harsh, hitting fast hard and vicious. But not always;
sometimes, Winter steps softly, quietly and lays its soft white blanket of snow over cities like a loving mother covering her child.
Good description.
Sandie Angel :o)