The Seasons We Carry Within…

Sometimes the leaves turn long before the wind arrives.
Sometimes the air feels heavier in July,
and you know autumn has already stepped inside you,
quietly, without permission.

The world outside keeps its own calendar.
But the body,
the heart,
the small child within
they follow a different rhythm.
A rhythm made of memories, thresholds,
and the invisible weight of what has not yet been spoken.

There are summers that feel like winter
not because the light has faded,
but because the heart has stepped back into shade,
carrying a chill the sun cannot warm,

And there are winters that feel like spring
not because the snow has melted,
but because a quiet green is already stirring,
refusing to wait for warmer days.

These inner seasons are not mistakes.
They are signals.
They are the way our deeper self marks time,
not in months or dates,
but in the language of becoming.

When we notice them
when we pause long enough to say,
I see you !
we step into a kind of protection.
We let the inner child know
that her seasons are valid,
even if no one else understands why the leaves are falling
while the sun is still high.

And maybe that is what love feels like:
not correcting the season,
but walking alongside it,
until the weather — inside and out —
finds its own gentle balance again.

Lauterbrunnen – Winter on the Peaks, Summer in the Valley