The Seasons' Feelings (NJ12)


I argue that color permeates into every aspect of my life, especially when considering the weather.  Interestingly, each season seems to have a representative color and associated feeling.  For instance, spring seems green.  It brings this green growth by awakening the dormant plants that endured the winter.  This green is hopeful, emphasizing new life and promise for the upcoming year.  Summer bring heat.  I proclaim this season to having the most ambiguous color.  Yellow is an obvious choice, given the sun’s proclivity to shine during these months, but blue might work considering bright, blue skies and bodies of water people swim in to cool off.  I find these colors (and season) to be associated with happiness and joy.

Fall and winter have characteristic colors, but the feelings they bring vary.  Fall is the arguably the most colorful season (the flowers in spring might offer stiff competition).  Leaves change from green to orange and orange to red before falling to paint the ground below.  Wind scatters these leaves to disperse the color.  Or maybe these leaves are an attempt to hide the dying colors yet to come?  For many, these colors are comfortable and warm, certainly pleasant to look at.  Winter has the most dichotomous colors of all the seasons.  Trees drop their leaves and plants and flowers turn muddy brown.  Grass follows suit and turns yellow-grey until spring.  Interestingly, the brown can be offset with the brightest white of snow.  I find this color dichotomy makes it difficult to determine the feeling based on the color of the winter season.  With one day dark and the next day bright, I speculate the feelings of winter also must be one day dark and the next day bright.

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