I don't care for cold weather, warm clothes, structured footwear, ice and most other things that go along with winter. I sense that my many complaints would not hold anyone's interest for very long though so I will not expound upon them right now. Suffice it to say winter is, at best, my fourth favourite season.
While I was in the grocery store today, I saw a baby. It's hard to know the opinions of babies on weather changes. This little guy was sitting back in his stroller with a look of quiet resignation on his face. He was wearing a hat and had a blanket draped across him. Clearly, he was well cared for and well dressed for the cold day. But I wonder what he thinks of being covered up with so many warm things when, just a few weeks ago, he might have been barefoot and kicking his feet all over the place. Now he has a lot less freedom and the burden of potentially itchy fabrics all around him. I admire his stoicism in the face of such unpleasant changes.
While we learn some things about weather and seasons as we get older, and aren't quite as bewildered by these things as babies are, we cannot change the weather, the forces of nature or the seasons. Storms still damage and destroy. The temperature still goes up and down whether we want it to or not. Seasons come and go as days lengthen and shorten. We can only react to and deal with these events; we can't decide which ones will happen.
Perhaps, wherever we live, these powerful forces serve to remind us that, much as we'd like to, we can't control everything. We're all pretty small really. I guess we have to learn to adapt to whatever the universe brings us, put on a cute hat and grab our blanket if we need to, and make the best of our ever-changing reality. The baby seemed to have adapted quite well. I think I should follow his lead.