I love the Fall, when fresh air finally starts wafting through the open windows. Having to don a sweater or jacket. The trees turning crimson and yellow. Children going back to school, and a bit of peace prevailing over the neighborhood. It may well be the best time of the year.
Soon winter moves in. People tend to move faster on the streets. The holiday season. More good cheer than usual from folks. If we're lucky (we weren't last year) there'll be beautiful blankets of snow to behold. Hard to get around in, but the quiet it brings is just lovely.
Slowly but surely, winter starts its thaw, and there's the surprising sight of crocus popping up from the ground. There's a new bouquet on the air, and grass is beginning to grow. My birthday comes again.