Once I was asked which of the seasons I prefere
but I couldn't answer that question.
I adore each one of them.
And I could write pages about the why.
But I'll choose just one of the many reasons:
There is something breathtakingly beautiful, equally present in each of the seasons, a silent symphony of love and beauty,
differently expressed, but coming from the same essence,
from the heart of Life itself.
And I love the perfect symmetry and the way
nature and life takes different forms and shapes and colors,
as the seasons go round.
And I especially love the fifth season, the Indian Summer,
because it's like a message from another realm,
like a sign and a proof that nothing is as we think it is,
not even nature, and that there are infinite possibilities
beyond that which is known and seen.
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