Anticipation

What I like best about the changing of the seasons is the anticipation. When the sticky heat of late August turns to the crisp chill of autumn, the weather spurs us to look forward, to think of the future. We automatically think of frosty winter days, curled up with a mug of hot cocoa or spinning around with child-like wonder at the first fall of snow. The anticipation of these events is so much better than the reality of them. When we are trapped inside on cold dreary days and the nights are dark and long, the reality falls short of our imaginations. Our actual experiences lack the magic we imbue through our anticipation. But the anticipation makes it worth it. If we revel in the anticipation with eagerness and hope we will enjoy our day to day activities. And that, really, is the best way to experience life.