As much as I don't like the cold, there's something fascinating about winter. You'd actually think that at winter everything dies. Just like the flowers in our backyard, the whole thing disappears. But when it's spring time, you see sprouts and it blooms right into summer then dries up during autumn then goes hiding back again in the winter.
While going home on the bus, I'd often gaze at the window and be fascinated by the trees. Each specie has a different way of reacting to winter. Some are dry and look so barren that it's very ugly and creepy to look at. Depressing, really. Others are beautiful and breaks that dull monotone with their greens.
The maple trees and willows look sad during this time. They look so defeated, with their branches hanging limplessly... a frew dried leaves still hanging on some of the branches which haven't been shaken of by the wind. And I guess this is how most of the trees look like during winter.
The christmas trees, on the other hand, are the complete opposite. They battle the winter without losing their green. Despite the onslaught of snow, it just catches it on its leaves and let it drop when the snow gets too heavy. To me, it seems like they're shaking off the snow when there's too much.
And then, there are the apple trees. For me, they are the epitome of a scary tree. When it's bare, it looks so different. Its small branches jut upward from the main branches which are horizontal. It looks as if it's ready to stab anything that comes in its direction. It looks like it's ready to fight, with its knives sticking out.
And then there are these trees with white trunks. I'm not really sure if they are some sort of pine trees also but the difference is that they shed off their leaves. What's fascinating though, is that even in their barrenness, they are so white that they look like white towers. They turn so white especially when there's snow.
Despite their differences, underneath, they are all alive, just waiting for the winter to pass. They just have a different way of dealing with it but when it's summer, they all bloom like crazy.
That's what makes it exciting. For every season, there's always something to look forward to, or dread for that matter, but at the end of it all, there will always be a moment to bloom.