“Why don’t you like winter so much?” She asked me, with her wrinkles heaved as the long-purple scarf around her neck blowing.
“Because I don’t like being cold.”
“Then why do you like spring so much?” Second question was posted, and I stayed calm in peace, listening the swirl of the wind.
“It’s not about spring, mom. It’s about sun. When the spring comes, means that I can feel its light on my skin. Beside, winter makes me feel lonely.” I said softly to her and leaving the blossomed cotton tree in front of us.
In response of Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge “Seasons“: Share an image evocative of the weather or represent the current “season of your life” in metaphor.