Spring

It makes sense that in the cultures and mythologies of the past, spring is associated with life, and winter with death. In Greek mythology, Winter was a sign that the beautiful goddess of spring was being held prisoner by a dark and brooding lord of the underworld. But now, we can stay in our sheltered, superficial homes, and flee from winter, so what used to be a life-threatening, terrible expanse of time is now more of a semi-torrential pest. But I still think that winter is far overrated compared to spring. True, there can be found a sort of rugged, severe beauty in fallen snow, but spring is enthralled constantly in an unmeasurable splendor of nature and life, botanical wonders splurging from the ground where they have been dormant. Truly, this marvelous time deserves more appreciation.