I love the way that seasons change things. They take something familiar and breathe another quite familiar life into it. We know it gets hot every summer but for some reason the heat that starts to show up around May always comes at such a pleasant surprise. The most simple and common example of this is to look at a tree and see it’s change over the course of a year.
The other day I found these pictures of Amsterdam in the winter and quickly rifled through my very similar pictures to find the ones that I took of the same city this summer. Isn’t it great how so many things in life that are predictable and routine can be turned into such producers of joy?