Each weather condition has its own characteristics that are inherent in a particular season. The most similar seasons are spring and autumn. In particular, November and April. But still, they are different.
April still smells different, like spring, like melt water, melted dog's shit...
The first snow has its own smell too.
Every stage of every season has its charms, even in the gray there is beauty.
And our consciousness has already become accustomed to the gradual manifestation of weather phenomena.
Of course, every latitude has different manifestations.
And when something breaks in nature (abnormally warm or vice versa, cold winters, snow in summer, thunderstorms in winter, etc.), it is interesting, refreshes the perception of reality, but at the same time breaks consciousness.
For me, it's nonsense if there's no snow on New Year's Eve, then what kind of holiday is it?
And after such thaws, I want summer already...but there's still a month of winter ahead, and then three months of spring.
No, it's still interesting. After all, I didn't want winter so much this year and the wish came true!
What does it mean – you can even guess the weather? Can you guess the situation in the world?
By the way, I haven't wished for anything for a long time, except for winter...that is, her non-aggression.
..With these thaws, sunlight is perceived as a holiday!
January already has little sunshine, and when it's warm, it's always cloudy.
Maybe all these thaws with puddles are compensation for the dullness and dreary views? (Or my sad appearance at the sight of gray).
In any case, I have long been living by the principle that what is given, I take, accept and love!
