Seasons are but a door, a door to a new place. That door will be ajar welcoming other seasons in. Seasons can be hostile or caring, but they are always welcoming. Welcoming you to play or stay or even to love. Seasons can hate sometimes seasons are even late. The seasons we go through are just minor compared to seasons of life. In which each season of life is more valuable than gold or fur. The only things that have more value than seasons of life are friendship and love.
