It's strange how just the season can change people's emotions and opinions.
I like autumn. If I peer out the back window, I can see young children playing about at their school. I can't remember a time that I went to school and played with friends. I wonder, did I ever? The gentle wind is quite nice.
Winter… Not so good. The frost creeps into everything and bites at your skin. People rarely come out of their houses unless there are leaving for someplace else. They hurry about, afraid to stay out too long. It is too quiet in winter.
Spring is better. The deeper you get into the month, the more time people spend outside. They sit there, talking, laughing, and enjoying the sunlight. Even when it's raining I sort of enjoy it. I've always loved the rain. It makes me feel part of he neighborhood. Everyone else is cooped up inside their houses as well as I. We're all experiencing the same thing.
Summer is the best. It's the children. Two of them live across the street and a third comes only around this time. They play all sorts of games or reenactments on their lawn. They sometimes cross the street and watch my house.
On rare occasions, they try and give little things to me in various amusing ways. One time they try to pass me a letter using a fishing pole. Another time, after they seemed to have decided to be politer, they hung a little bag of flowers on the gate. Unfortunately, my brother got to those first. It was still a sweet gesture.
When Nathan isn't looking, I try and leave little gifts myself. I scrounge around for little things I would have liked as a child. Little things like carvings, gum, or balls of twine. For each gift I leave, they try and leave something as well. I keep them all in a chest hidden under my bed. I have a few short books, scraps of metal, and random letters and poems. I even have a piece of a costume from Jean Louis, the only child I truly met.
Yes. Summer is the best by far.
