Greetings, friends of the Silver Blogger community, I frequently read and translate English texts because I don't master the language. It's common to find posts that reveal the joy their authors feel at the changing seasons. Each season brings its own unique flavor; when spring arrives, everyone celebrates, and I mean a sense of happiness. I can't help but put myself in their shoes. I try to understand what these seasonal changes are like.

Older people become like children, joyfully welcoming these changes in nature. There's a very visible energy of euphoria. So I think of us who live in these tropical countries and enjoy a radiant sun 365 days a year. There will be days when it sets because it rains, but when the rain stops, it will shine brightly again. #

_Landscape.

It's pleasant when it's rainy, because everything is cool and we can walk peacefully through the streets, until it starts to rain and intensifies, then we really need to take shelter. We have six months of dry season and six months of rainy season. Temperatures are 28, 30, 36, or 38 degrees, and in some regions, 40 degrees.

Even during rainy periods, the sun, the protagonist of the light, can be seen at any time of day. I wonder if that's what gives people around here this spark, and I answer yes. I think, for example, of my children. Their mood, most of the time, is cheerful; they can make a joke out of everything. But they get overwhelmed, like everyone else, by political or economic situations or health problems, whichever one they have, but they never fail to bring out a smile, a twinkle in their eyes, which marks a state of joy. No matter how difficult the situation, they always turn everything around, to find reasons to be in harmony.

_{A change of scenery, but always blue}

There must be a direct relationship, because in my particular case, gray days put me in a bad mood, a kind of nostalgia accompanies me, and as soon as the weather clears, my mood changes; it's always been that way. I prefer the sun, this lighting, that ever-blue sky, and not the gray one that predicts heavy rains and perhaps some natural disaster.

Although people complain about the heat, it's normal to see the streets full of people walking back and forth. Some don't even protect themselves from the sun, at least not visibly. They don't carry an umbrella or hat, perhaps they carry some sunscreen; but most face the sun without hesitation.

The strangeness when someone who is accustomed to this climate goes out to countries where they spend many days in shades of gray must be immense. I've read literary works where the weather is cold, there's snow, and life unfolds amidst those situations, and I can feel that coldness, and I think it even changes my mood.

_{Beautiful shades of blue}

Over the years, my ability to be moved and transform my mood has become more intense. Music or the weather permeate me easily and provoke changes in my being.

Having sunlight, the greenery of plants, countless types of flowers, and beautiful blue skies is a reason to always have the best of smiles.

_{On a day at the pool with my youngest daughter.}

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Thank you for your kind reading.

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I used Google Translate.
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