It is autumn, and gradually it is getting cooler here in Los Angeles. Although southern California doesn't experience drastic changes in climate throughout the year, there still is notable difference with each passing season. I immensely enjoy the predictable weather here, but I do occasionally miss gazing at the magnificent array of colors the leaves turn as the temperatures decrease in places that see a complete cycle of seasons each year. All four seasons are individually unique and majestic in their full glory, and each trigger particular and nostalgic sentiments every time they come around. During a specific season, respective memories are made, certain events and holidays take place, and corresponding foods are traditionally consumed, giving the season it's distinctive charm. Throughout time, famous poets and authors have paid homage to the seasons in their writings; and numerous sonnets and songs have been written about them as well. Antonio Vivaldi is just one example of the many artists that have been inspired by the changes of seasons. This Baroque era virtuoso composed symphonies in their honor, naming them Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. The set of all four violin concertos together is appropriately entitled "The Four Seasons" and is his best known work. Many other talents have found a muse in the seasons too and have consequently birthed great works of art in various forms including, but not limited to: music, sculptures, paintings, cinema, dance, and of course, the written verse. Now, I will humbly attempt to create my own rendition of a tribute to these seasons of life. I have been blessed by all of them, and every year I look forward to each one in a different way. The next four days, I will describe what they mean to me, beginning with the current station of autumn and ending with summer.
So here commences my "Ode to the Four Seasons"...
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