If Seasons Were People by Bella Velasco
A poetic journey through Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter
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We recommend playing each Vivaldi movement as you read its corresponding Season. Let the music guide you through the magic of Spring, the warmth of Summer, the beauty of Fall, and the wonder of Winter.
If Seasons Were People by Bella Velasco
Every person that lived in the village knew who the Seasons were. They were the most popular and unique family, but with an unusual lifestyle. The Seasons didn’t exactly live in one spot or live like a family at all. Instead, each Season would disappear for a certain amount of time and return unexpectedly, so none of the four members of the Season family were ever seen together, but they each filled up the year with their four different personalities: Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter.
Spring
Spring would arrive sometime around in the beginning of the year, slipping into town.
Some mornings, she would be walking around town, happy, bare feet splashing in the puddles, with small freckles that looked like they were strategically painted on.
She would explore through the town’s gardens, stroking her fingertips against flower buds that had forgotten how to bloom. The second Spring’s fingers brushed against them, they suddenly remembered to bloom.
Trees would become more full of life as she passed by.
The air had a softer breeze to it when Spring was around. She had this careless demeanor to her, as if she would go along with whatever obstacle life throws at her.
Rainclouds followed her like she was royalty, and sunshine ran after them, producing rapid flashes of rainbow that seemed like magic tricks she performed on purpose.
Spring was the feeling of getting up for fresh air after feeling being drowned by the heavy rains and hardships.
Summer
After Spring would leave, Summer would always arrive proudly.
He would burst into town with a warmth that hugged itself around everything he came in contact with.
He came in with an infectious energy that everyone loved.
Sunlight held on to him like a devoted friend and his laughter crackled like a bonfire.
Days seemed longer in his presence, as if time wanted to relax in Summer’s glow.
Fruit ripened at his touch, lakes glistened more luminously, and the air swelled up with heat.
With all of Summer’s strengths, he also had a weakness. Summer had a temper, his storms came in like a whirlwind, fast and fierce, roaring with all the emotions he declined to hide.
Still, he was the season of joy and freedom: vacation for children, long days, golden evenings, and experiences that felt endless.
Summer was the warmth you kept in your heart long after he vanished.
Fall
Fall would arrive into town shyly, she preferred to be discovered than announce herself.
She passed by with a calm, pensive grace, her hair illuminating in shades of brown.
Wherever she walked, colorful leaves fell from the branches of tall trees and floated down around her like graceful confetti.
The air felt fresh and crisp in her company, with an aroma of woodsmoke and earth, pushing the townspeople to gather close and savor the gentle breeze of the new season.
Animals followed her footsteps, wherever she went, and fields grew into warm harvest colors under her watch.
Yet, Fall carried a melancholy side; unexpected gusts of wind would swivel through town when her emotions mixed up.
Tree branches would fall onto homes and block roads, and sometimes even the whole tree.
Overall, Fall was the season of comfort and reflection, soft sweaters, blazing fires, and the soft beauty of letting things transform into something new.
Winter
Winter rolled up to the town that made everyone stop and look at her, appearing with a magical glow that needed no introduction.
She moved with an elegance, her eggshell colored cloak and footsteps frosted the ground below her and her breath crystallizing in the air.
Wherever she passed, rooftops sprinkled with powdered snow and ponds turned into mirrors of ice.
She had a serene, unique beauty, cheeks flushed with a faint rose blush, eyes sharp as a clear night.
Children in awe of her, racing outside to witness the first snowflakes she made with a swift movement of her hand.
Winter carried a lot of strength though; when she was in a mood, blizzards unfolded without warning, winds cried out like they shared her darkest secrets.
Yet, beneath her chill, lived an old soul. She gave families a place of warmth indoors, encouraging warm hugs, stories, and unity.
When Winter was around, time seemed to slow, nights were longer, stars shined brighter, giving the town space to rest and hibernate.
Winter was the quietness before beginnings, before the new year, and she gave off that sense of hope for the future.
Bella Velasco is shaping her voice as a creative storyteller with a vivid imagination and a unique eye for the world around her. In If Seasons Were People, she brings the four seasons to life as compelling characters — full of personality, contrasts, beauty, and emotion. Through her words, Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter transform into magical figures who change the town and the hearts of those who witness their arrival. This is a fresh, poetic story that invites readers to see nature in a new way, through Bella’s talented and thoughtful perspective.