What is your favorite season of year? Why?
I sort of love all seasons.
Each one speaks in its own way—soft, loud, lingering.
Summer?
Less of a fan, not really into the sweat.
But those moments—when a mild chill wind cuts through the heat—yeah, I hold on to those.
Spring?
Give me more sun, less wind.
Let it rain now and then—just enough to keep things alive, to remind me everything grows.
Autumn?
They call it the season of change.
To me, it’s color and nostalgia, like the past brushing against the present in golden light.
I love it for that—what it lets me remember, what it lets me feel.
Winter?
Winter is my magic.
Not cold, not distant.
It’s warmth, comfort, quiet nights wrapped in stillness.
It’s where I feel most like myself.
In every season, something speaks.
I think it’s the way I connect—softly, deeply—with the universe as it turns.
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