What's your favourite time of the year?

Summer is my favourite time of the year!

During the summer I like to hang out with friends. I like how I have more than an hour or two to just goof off and have fun with either close friends or maybe friends your haven’t seen in a while. I like going to the pools and splashing each other in the chill refreshing waters on a blazing dry day.

Going to get slurpees or a clod treat is also fun. As we franticly pull the treat to our dry panting mouths we feel the cold sensation of the treat cooling us down. I love playing sports and outdoor games. We play for hours without anything stopping us.

I love the feeling of my heart pounding against my chest with excitement and adrenaline. I like playing just dance on wii. I think its funny watching each other to silly moves and singing alone to the music and just having a good time with each other.

Summer is my favourite time because I can hang out with friends and make good memories.

Fall, the best season of the year with out a doubt. The beautiful leaves have to be the best part! The piles that you rake up and jump into to; all the while your Dad is staring at you, wondering why you’re acting like a five year old. The leaves add such a beautiful effect to those walks you take while the sun is setting with the one you love. Oh, wait. Scratch that! Those walks you take with you dog. The leaves crunching under your feet while you run after your dog who decided to chase a squirrel. The other best thing about fall is Halloween, tons of candy and meeting with friends. Screamfest is incredible too, the screams and hiding beside your crush. For me, fall is my favourite time of the year.

The leaves are red, orange and not green. The air is cool and crisp, no trees aren't dead, it's fall. I just love the the trees and the air but the thing I love the most, halloween! All the witches, goblins, ghosts and ghouls.

The blood-curdling screams that fill your ears in thouse old creepy haunted houses.I just love getting a good fright plus free candy. But I still get really scared when I hear the halloween store commercials on th radio, but mine is off in my room, wait whats that sound...

Effortlessly likeable seasons, autumn and winter have become pleasurable for their serene influences and abounding colours, each creating profound sensations of beauty and bliss.

For me, from the months of September through to January, a kind of revitalization is created, quite contrary to the typical aspect of these seasons. The sweltering and uncomfortable nights and even hotter days are through, as are pesky insects and the long-lasting colour of a touchy sunburn. Fall and winter bring a certain element that sparks the atmosphere, a warming feeling even in chilling weather.

They hold a power, a significance that has a tendency to make me more calm and tranquil. I truly enjoy the smell of a crackling fire, the sights and scents of the scenery, as well as the warm and soothing feel of comfortable clothes.

The pure enjoyment that people develop from simple matters such as assembling a snowman, sledding, or jumping in vibrant patches of leaves, are marvels that I take in admiration. In that small amount of time, their worries are forgotten and the absolute look of joy painted on their faces is mesmerizing, a sight to relish.
My mood is often enhanced by the simple gestures that the seasons bring, gestures such as the sound of a wind or blizzard right outside, while I am within, cozy and warm.

Autumn and winter have undeniably become my preferred time of year for the crisp and fresh sense that is left, a trademark impression that is to always be appreciated.

I step out of the department store with my bounty of gift wrapped presents. The remnants of an old Christmas song drift out from under the crack of the door and swirls with the snow surrounding me. I raise my head towards the sky, letting the frosty droplets trickle and dissolve onto my face, as I breathe in the smell of last minute shoppers speeding away in their snow covered cars.

I tighten my scarf and head for the sidewalk home. The streetlights cast orange pools that make the crystallized pavement sparkle, while trees stand all along the sidewalk, brandishing lines colorful luminosity. As I pass town square, I cannot help but notice the iridescent park. Worn stone tiles lead me to a grand bandstand. Golden orbs dangle its frame, emitting light made misty by the trickling downfall of gentle snowflakes.

As I walk up the steps to stand in the center, I find myself wonderstruck in this enchanting illumination. I look around from the heart of the square to take in the rest of the park: leafless, frosted trees suspend golden twinkle lights, unfocused in the ice, but radiant against the darkening, clear sky.

A familiar arm slides around my waist and I tilt my head to meet a pair of hazel eyes, framed by thick lashes. A smile plays on my lips and I cover his cool hand with my own. I lean into him and sigh contented, unwilling to leave the flawless captivation of Christmastime.

A Canadian Winter

School has begun and I wake up every day waiting for the winter to start. Slowly, temperature begins to drop my one degree and then another and the grass is frosted in the mornings. That’s when I realize that winter is approaching and that snow is not far behind.

My outfits begin to accumulate layers. First with a scarf, then the hat, the mittens, the winter coat and the boots and I daydream about the crisp snow that’s covering the mountains, untouched and just waiting for me to ski on. I can almost feel the frigid air whipping at my face as I race down the run, but then I come back to reality and become conscious that I’m going to have to wait another month.

The anticipation of a snow day or any snow at all is felt through out the entire community. Everyone is getting out their sleds and shovels just waiting. Then it hits. Snow by the inches. Snowmen become fixtures in yards and the feeling of winter is only intensified when the holiday season approaches. Everyone is anxious for classes to be over, to relax and just sip hot chocolate by an open fire.

The decorations start to go up people are more cheerful and kind. The winter holidays create an atmosphere of goodwill and friendliness and the entire community feels its effects. Therefor because of all of these fantastic characteristics I declare that Canadian winters are by far the best and will always be what I look forward to at the end of every year.

Snowflakes dancing around my head,
A mug of warm cocoa in my hand,
A relaxing walk with my dog,
Snow angels guard the trail that I follow.
As I walk home, to my delight,
Christmas lights twinkle in the night.
Gingerbread houses in our windows
A warm turkey dinner in the oven
Presents fill the base of our Christmas tree,
Decorated with cherished family memories,
Laughing with family, gift wrap strewn about the house
The night comes to a close.
Slowly the magic melts away,
Until next year,
New memories, more laughs
I can’t wait for this day to come again

The iridescent stars cascade to the alabaster pillow that has encased the horizon and beyond. A tender whisper radiates across the Cimmerian city lit by the proliferating snow. Holding my hands against the frozen window, a cloud forms on the arctic glass and a smile materializes on my face. How can frozen water bring such abundant joy?

No season is quite as alluring as this Siberian one. Not the pitter-patter of the clammy rain in fall can match the astounding stars that flutter down. The brilliant green and the ebbing trees that reach their paramount height in summer are no match for the formidable glowing white of winter. The saccharine silence of the placid world is more admirable then the gratifying chipper of the awakening cosmos in spring.

Winter is a time of enhancement; the gladden moments of renewal. It is the admiration of what used to be and what is to come. This pallid season is the establishment to rebirth; the death of the old and the anticipation for the new. Above all, winter has a sensibility, sympathy, and warmth that engrosses me in a way no other season can.

There is only one time I seek in the year that brings hope, joy, happiness, and fulfillment in people's hearts all worldwide. Imagine pretty lights hung all over the city spectrum; evasive winds brought heavy snowfalls. My little Dreydl. The rush of the firewood indoors after hours of igloo building and gliding down snow covered ramps.

Envision the endless hours of Christmas movies played for free on channels, Frosty the Snowman, laughing wildly by the widely decorated living room. The stockings hung over the fireplace, all ready and warm.

Conjure up the story telling. The flashes of red and green chain links hung over the ceilings, the angel that shone brightest of all, the birth of our Saviour, Mommy kissing Santa Claus, Joy to the world, Jingle bells, and, the partridge in a pear tree. The Santa Clauses all lined up and ready to go. The year grandma got run over by a reindeer, decking the halls, the snow globes, family dinners, teddy bears, Little toy trains, wreaths, and the aura of magic that unfolds in our atmosphere that 25th day.

For some it is a day of hope, for some a leap under the mistletoe, the day of remembrance for their Savior, for some it is a day of getting off the streets getting food and clothing, cars have only one thing driving them – loved ones. This holiday that has been with billions of people around the world brings the warm community before the next year arrives.

Sometimes, while staring up at the grey autumn sky, I miss summer like a pen misses paper. I’ll shove my gloved hands farther into my jacket pocket, while the bitter wind whips at my hair, sticking bits of dirty leaves into my otherwise perfectly nice hair, thank you very much.

Summer was days spent walking along the beach, sand sinking between toes, and salty water tangling my hair. Seaweed would line the shore, and warm sun would beat down bright, making smiles a little brighter. It was days in the air-conditioned library, flicking through old poetry. It was grabbing a freckled lemonade with friends on a bike ride.
It was pretty much ultimate freedom.

People, I find, look most attractive when they have no weight on their shoulders. It’s a lot easier to spread the love like that, I suppose. Summer is like a one-way ticket to joy. And most people grab it while they can.

I miss it. I miss people using smiles instead of words. Hollow, cold words that fly out during colder seasons, like “test on Monday” and “Yes, I’m fine, how are you?” with averted eyes and too-red cheeks that have been slapped by sharp air.

Summer puts a value on words. We only have two months. We only have two months to make those words count. The clock starts ticking the minute the last bell rings.

We’ll tattoo the hours on our hands and the minutes on our feet. We’ll make our days count.