Apartment living made me more aware of the changing seasons. Having responsibilities in a house can do that.
In the spring, we installed A/C units, in the fall we removed them. Before fall turned to winter, we filled the oil tank, then we prayed for nice weather all winter long so the boiler wouldn’t burn through the oil too quickly ($$$). Then spring came and we started over again.
We changed over our closets when the weather changed, packing away the previous season’s clothes under our beds or at the top of our closets. We had long Friday nights in and long Shabbos afternoons out.
The speed at which the seasons change is something new, though! Or maybe it’s just that now I realize the days are long but the years are short. I shvitzed my way to the train a few short months ago, then I added a sweater, and today I wore a coat and gloves. Where did time go?
I enjoyed summer in the city, and the leaves changing in fall, and now I am looking forward to Chanukah. Nothing lasts forever, which feels sad sometimes, but it’s also nice to know that nothing lasts forever.
