I love the seasons. I have a deep emotional connection to the changes as they happen, like when the leaves turn, that first snowstorm, thunderstorms, the way freshly cut grass smells, the beach baking in the summer and the smell of clam shacks, the cold fall rains, the smell of dead leaves wet and rotting on the ground, the silence of a snow late on a weekend night, that first humid warm morning of the season where it is sticky and green outside,
I could go on and on