Why we shouldn’t hate the other seasons

It is easy to pick a favorite season and treat the rest like a mistake. Hot months get blamed. Cold months get cursed. Rain gets a whole personality assigned to it. Then we wait for the one week we already decided was allowed.

The quieter truth is that seasons need each other. Fall is beautiful because summer was loud and bright and long. Spring feels like mercy because winter asked you to wait. Even a hard winter is part of why a warm evening in June can feel like a gift instead of the default setting.

Without contrast, even a perfect day gets boring.

You do not have to love ice on the windshield. You do not have to pretend August humidity is charming. You can still notice that the season you are in is making the next one possible. That is not positive thinking. That is how weather works.

A small practice

When you catch yourself wishing the calendar forward, name one thing this season is doing for the next one. Shorter days make the first cool night dramatic. A dry spell makes rain sound different on the roof. Heat makes shade feel like a room.

Live where you are for a week without rehearsing your escape. The year is a loop on purpose. Hating half of it is a long way to be unhappy.