In nature, there is a cycle called a year. There are four seasons this year. There are also four times in a day: morning, afternoon, evening, and night. So now I associate the year with the day, that is, spring for me is the morning, the awakening.
And this awakening is manifested not only in nature, but also in people, in frequencies, in emotions.
I like this process of awakening, so I love spring, and especially May, where everything peaks.
A day will come in the summer, and that's good too.
I generally love all times of the day, but not all seasons are equally good.
I stopped loving winter...about three years ago, when I felt very acutely that I had fallen asleep or even died...emotionally.
I'm used to feeling everything around me very vividly, but in winter I'm like a robot...I'm just living...or even exist.
I don't understand yet exactly why it has become so obvious...I used to love winter.
Autumn is an evening. I love the evening. By the way, in autumn, because of the low sun, everything looks like evening.
Autumn is sensitive like spring, but heavier and with hints of sadness. But in autumn, the cosmos is maximally manifested in consciousness.
Now I imagined autumn, and something inside me seemed to shrink...
Imagining winter, I don't feel anything.
Imagining spring, I feel joy, a boost of strength and an increased amount of energy.
That is, if you physically describe it, then everything inside seems to be bubbling, restlessness.
By the way, I once considered summer to be an uncreative period. But I felt something.
Apparently, I didn't realize at the time that there was a metaphysical wave in photography that manifested itself quite vividly in summer.
Metaphysics is everywhere, even in winter. Winter is night....I love the night, but I don't like winter. It's worth looking into this.