The Two Are Exactly the Same. But Polar Opposites.

Its so odd being here, when nothing seems to know where its at.
Spring flowers are blooming but the seasonal trees are loosing their leaves.
Both are set agianst a backdrop of static evergreen and a gentle sun that rises late and sets early.
The smell of the dead leaves conjures up images of glowing pumpkins and approaching holidays, which is confusing when directly below the blossoms believe it is indeed spring, making their presence known by fragrant bursts they feel necessary to interject.
The temperature doesn't help. It too is unsure, so much so that its frozen in the only range that is fitting for both seasons.
And its January. It can be neither.
And yet its both.
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What a wonder its so doubly fitting for the day. I rocked it in class though, especially because everyone's first reaction was a firm "What? No" and when they let their minds open ever so slightly they realized I was spot on. I love giving the opportunity for "aHa"s.