The Season’s Pleasures

      Summer,
 
            On a bike ride, having the tires swerve a pattern into a trail as your hands feel the familiar turns. Having your body sleep on a hill as you dream about and the speedometer jumps. There is something powerful about treading your feet into the farthest parts of the constantly fleeting track.
 
 
       Fall,
 
            Driving on the highway you watch the treeʼs color melt and slide into each other like waves crashing into a shore, then exploding into a bigger tree before the leaves flow down in their waterfall.
 
 
      Winter,
 
            Glaring at the green glass dissolving into snow, then going out and watching your breath work the snow to life.
Next the snow quickly folds itself into snow men, snow angels and snowballs.
 
 
      Spring,
 
             Watching the ground become saturated with green and having burst out from the snow, it catches your whole body, preparing you for the swift cycle of pleasure, pulling you down the dust-glazed trail on your bicycle.