Sitting here looking out the window makes me wonder about the seasons of the year. No matter in what direction I look, the scenery is beautiful. Snow is falling from the skies. It seems to land at the perfect spots on the trees to give them the right effect. It all looks so nice.

Yesterday I was sitting in the same spot. Looking out the same window. But it was different. It was still beautiful but different. The sky was blue instead of the hazy gray it is now. The grass was green instead of being covered with the new-fallen snow. It all looked so nice.

Last week I was sitting in the same spot, looking out the same window. It was different then too. It wasn't all white, it wasn't all green, it was all wet. The skies were back to the hazy gray with the sense of dew in the air. A mist covered the ground where the people walked, leaving a faint imprint of their feet. It was so nice

Now I am waiting for the next season. The trees will have their green leaves, flowers will be blooming there scents and colors, and the smell of freshly-cut grass will fill the air. This is the best season of all, the one I like the most. It's a season of new life, a season of new birth. I cant wait, it will be so nice.

I will always be watching the seasons change: Summer, winter, spring and fall. They will always be be around. They will still be beautiful but different. I won't be the same. I won't be sitting in the same spot, looking out the same window. I won't have the same dreams I am having today. My dreams will turn into realities. But I will always remember it was so nice.

This was written my me in my senior year of high school... its funny how at a young age we perceive life and what will come of it... Some of my dreams have turned into realities....and many I am still waiting for them to come true... I guess we all will have our dreams no matter how old we are, for without dreams what do we have left.