The Truth of Seasons

Part 1

My friend is right in describing the foolishness of humans, but I do see a beauty in it. I suppose discovery often comes from mistakes. She cleared up the truth of her creations, so I intend to do the same.

Long ago, I introduced the seasons to the earth. Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter were their names. They were created for the purpose of variety. The world was simply getting too boring. I crafted them each to have specific qualities. They would all possess their own form of beauty unmatched by the others. All unique in their own aspects.

My friend and I worked closely in the development of these, as color is so important in conveying their tones. We had to make sure they were distinguishable. The colors had to match with their intentions.

But it seems that humans have grossly misunderstood the meanings of the colors they were presented. My friend has explained the proper meanings of her color creations in The Art of Color, so perhaps now I can finally explain the true meaning of my seasons.

Spring. It is so often seen as life. Humans see Spring as a rebirth. They believe life is behind this season. They talk about spring as if it's a fun party. A time when nature finally shows itself again. They paint pictures of flowers and animals to represent the niceties of Spring. I find this amusing. Mortals have realized how Spring is full of green, yet in their misunderstanding of green's meaning, they have confused its place in Spring. Just as my good friend said, green is fear. Fear is ever present in Spring. Spring is a time when animals awaken from the slumber of Winter. They awaken only to return to their endless cycle of killing. The cycle of prey and predator. A cycle that involves both plants and animals. A cycle of fear. Spring is not about life, it is about fear. But I suppose, in a way, the humans aren't so wrong about their interpretation. Spring does emphasize the cycle of life, so perhaps that's where the mortals got the idea. Everything comes full circle in the end, but that cycle is filled with uncertainties and fear. That's the meaning of Spring.

Summer. Summer is seen as a joyous time where people should be free from work. A time of play. A time of a bright yellow sun. A time full of happiness. This view isn't completely wrong. I wouldn't say that Summer is unhappy, but it's intention isn't about the emotion. Summer is not about having fun. It is a time of work. I give you good weather to help your businesses and off you go, neglecting your work. Why not rest in the appropriate seasons I made for you? Is Winter not a season of hibernation? Why don't you rest with the animals? Do you not see that the world is at rest in Winter? I made the intentions so clear yet you refuse to see what's right in front of you. You refuse to obey the laws I clearly set the world to. I see bravery in defiance, but this choice seems to be made out of ignorance more than anything. Yellow has a large influence on Summer. It's the color of age. You choose not to work in your time of age. You'd rather lounge about while you waste away. I gave you Winter to enjoy your youth and take a break, but instead you choose to take your break in your aging. You are free to make your own choices, mortals. I do not control your decisions, but I find this one unwise. Summer is a time of work.

Autumn. Humans view Autumn as a sign of change. They jump around in the decaying leaves, watching their colors shift. They see it as the death of Winter approaching. But Autumn's colors are important. There are two colors that were chosen to represent this season. Red and orange are both vital parts of Autumn. For Autumn is the season of balance. Red is life, and orange is death. Autumn shows the balance of human existence. Life can be fragile, just like the brittle leaf, fallen from a mighty tree. But death is not so different. For these brittle leaves come in both colors. This was not an accident. I was showing humans the complexities of life and death. These two are not so different. And they always exist together. They are both inevitable. Autumn represents this balance.

Winter. Winter is seen as death. A time of cold weather and decaying plants. A time of hard survival. People have grown to dislike my creation of Winter. For this, I must say that I am offended. Winter is a gift. It is full of the icy blues that people have taken to express sadness. But blue is not sadness, it is peace. I gave you mortals Winter as a time to rest. A time to turn the world to peace. I set the animals to sleep. Their cycle of death is paused as the world enjoys a short time of peace. If anything, Winter should be considered the season of life. I relaxed the world. I allowed life to take a break from its hard fight. Yet you humans scorn my creation. It is time you appreciate what I have given you. Winter is a time of peace.