Blake Koehler ‘25
In my opinion, winter is the most interesting season of the year, yet also the calmest and most boring season. I see winter as the season to put in the hard work, the season that you can put in your blood, sweat, and tears to accomplish your goals. It can be very monotonous at times to do the same thing every day, not to mention the gloomy weather that makes you feel as if you have no hope left in your soul. A trend I have been seeing on social media recently is going on your “winter arc.” This means you will try as hard as you can to accomplish your goals during the winter and stay away from things that might be dragging you down. Winter is interesting to me because I find myself alone with a lot of time to reflect on myself.
Spring is my least favorite season of the year. Most of spring is still quite cold but never enough to cause a raging blizzard. I see spring as a lesser version of winter. Spring is like the end of a cross-country race going in with one mile left ready to give it your all to finish. One thing that I do like about spring is how as the days go on the weather starts to get warmer and warmer. Every year during this time I remember my days in elementary school and how they would always say, “April shows bring May flowers.” As the school year is coming to an end, running low on gas, each day feels like we are getting one step closer to the finish line. Once you get there, you can cool off and take a deep breath knowing you have finished the race.
For me, summer is a time to relax. A time to bask in the endless sunlight and take in the fresh air. It is a time of fun from the chaos of beaches, barbecues, and fireworks. Time feels slippery during the summer, melting away like popsicles on the pavement. From vacations to summer football camp, there are always places to be in the hot weather that will burn you to a crisp. Summer is loud and there is always something new and exciting on the way. It’s as if the sun’s intensity demands a version of myself I’m not always ready to give. Even with all its brightness, there is a shadow of exhaustion from the school year that lingers, reminding me that balance is necessary.
Fall starts out loud, but as it goes on, it gets progressively quieter. I associate fall with American football: in the beginning, everyone is excited for the season to start, but as the season progresses I find myself losing interest. The crispness of fall air feels like an alarm clock going off after the lazy days of summer. Fall can set us back on our feet. Fall feels like a time of preparation, a middle ground between summer chaos and winter solitude. Fall holds October, the spookiest and scariest season of the year. In the fall I enjoy making my way through a corn maze without taking the map to guide me. After feasting at Thanksgiving dinner, the last leaf falls from the tree outside your house.