Seasons

 "Are you awake?" once again the voice inside of me speaks. "What do you want this time?" I ask annoyed. "I can't sleep. Tell me a story." I sigh and agree to grant its wish.
 "There are four seasons in one's life, which chase each other, never meeting, just arriving to bid farewell one to another." "What about your life?" the voice asks. "In which season are you dwelling now?"
 "You are part of me. Why must you ask such a dumb question?" but the voice won't reply. Once again I sigh and I continue my story.
 "Spring. The season where all new things take birth. Love, hate, passion, despair. The trees bloom, the birds are singing their beautiful songs. The sun is warming the cold sleeping earth. Everything begins in spring.
  The summer...the summer is hat time of your life when the tables can turn from a second to another. Sunny days turn into perfect storms, love turns to hate, sadness into happiness, peace into despair. All the things that were born in the spring compose a play on the stage of life. The clean blue skies, the perfect breeze on a scorching day. The rain coming down on sunny days, the rainbow. The darkness of the storm, its destructive power, the cries of thunder. Everything belonging to the summer. But... as the summer slowly passes autumn or fall makes its way into your soul bringing beautiful auburn colors, rainy days, darker skies. The sunny days turn into chilly afternoons, the cicadas start playing their endless symphony. The passion that burnt so bright in the summer turns slowly to ashes. The monochrome gray takes over your world, gently draining its colors. The chaotic summer filled with all those emotions is starting to get calm and peaceful, the feelings settling down in their places. The sadness and loneliness embrace your gray world until the first snow flake falls on your numbed soul.
 Winter takes over.Everything is quiet and frozen. Pure snow covers the gray world rendering it motionless. The wind cuts trough your skin hurting each and every corner of your soul. The sun won't coat you with its warmth anymore.
 Seasons come and go in one's life more than once in a lifetime. They experience it again and again but they are never prepared for them when they decide to switch from one season to another. It's a beautiful sight to see...the transition."
 The voice is silent, it must have fallen asleep. Yet here I am frozen in time. A mere spectator of the world constantly changing around me. I close my eyes letting myself fall back into my slumber while the snow covers my heart turning it into a block of ice unable to feel anything until spring will arrive once again.