Maybe that’s why we feel off when we try to live by strict dates. We think: It’s spring now, I should feel new. It’s December, I should be merry. It’s October, I should be cozy and wise.
But inner seasons don’t obey the calendar either. Sometimes we’re still grieving in June. Sometimes we bloom in November. Sometimes we need to hibernate in April. seasons start and end dates
So here’s the deeper truth: Seasons aren’t events—they are rhythms. And rhythms have transitions. The space between winter and spring is just as real as both of them. That gray, muddy, unsure week when it’s not quite cold and not quite warm? That’s not a glitch. That’s the season changing its clothes. Maybe that’s why we feel off when we
But seasons don’t really start or end that way. It’s October, I should be cozy and wise
Here’s a deep, reflective post on the start and end dates of seasons—meant to be shared as a note or caption for social media, journal entry, or blog. The Quiet Edges of Seasons