In summer, they sit under the big oak tree and write their laws. They think and eat plums and watch as the sun retreats bit by bit down into the sea every evening. They live to see everyone come out to celebrate and rejoice in the warmth that is this world. Not yellow, but purple is the color of this season, for the princess sits draped in it every day, a wonderful lavender dress that to the people means the warm season. The queen shakes her head at the pretty girl, who grows more every day.
In autumn, they stomp their feet on the retreating hotness of the stones and throw their caps in the air. They slowly filter inside to prepare for the months when they will sit and wait under the falling grey sky. The king grumps at all the cheeriness, but the queen throws herself into things, for autumn is her favorite season. She revels in the bright colors of the golden world, the forest's final farewell before it dies and rebearths a new family.
In winter, they fold themselves in wool and slow down for the days when they will see the people file into the palace to ask any questions about the well-being of the kingdom. The prince sits every day next to his father, for he adores the people and longs to help them, as he feels guilty about his prestigious position as a royal. Often he will go out into the village and hand out bread and fruit. The king shakes his head at the smart boy, remembering his days as a youngster and regretting them.
In spring, the shake out their dreariness and cry out for joy, going out to the ocean and watching the salty spray slowly go from cold hardness to warm caressing. They eat jam and walnuts and soft bread, dancing over and over simply for the joy of it. The king finally breaks his cold heart, smiles out to the people, and joins in the celebration. The people join hands and revel in the simple wonder of the world. The princess is a whole inch taller, and wears her hair up in a crown of braids. The prince laughs and dances and learns what is right and wrong. The queen and king hug and sniff, laughing and crying in the full joy of a new year.
In autumn, they stomp their feet on the retreating hotness of the stones and throw their caps in the air. They slowly filter inside to prepare for the months when they will sit and wait under the falling grey sky. The king grumps at all the cheeriness, but the queen throws herself into things, for autumn is her favorite season. She revels in the bright colors of the golden world, the forest's final farewell before it dies and rebearths a new family.
In winter, they fold themselves in wool and slow down for the days when they will see the people file into the palace to ask any questions about the well-being of the kingdom. The prince sits every day next to his father, for he adores the people and longs to help them, as he feels guilty about his prestigious position as a royal. Often he will go out into the village and hand out bread and fruit. The king shakes his head at the smart boy, remembering his days as a youngster and regretting them.
In spring, the shake out their dreariness and cry out for joy, going out to the ocean and watching the salty spray slowly go from cold hardness to warm caressing. They eat jam and walnuts and soft bread, dancing over and over simply for the joy of it. The king finally breaks his cold heart, smiles out to the people, and joins in the celebration. The people join hands and revel in the simple wonder of the world. The princess is a whole inch taller, and wears her hair up in a crown of braids. The prince laughs and dances and learns what is right and wrong. The queen and king hug and sniff, laughing and crying in the full joy of a new year.
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