Four seasons, They all have a character, and we love and hate them. As a season goes by, you feel and appreciate the one coming next. We go through cold snowy winter and we would be more pleased of spring sun. We then remember what winter was, and start to fantasize the winter. A piece of winter left inside us begin to form a joy of winter, so we start thinking of it and it only gets bigger. That is how I see them, and I am so pleased that I am in a place where I feel this way. Four seasons. This is a mountain life.