Ain't no fire, I won't walk through.

I don't have a favorite season, I have a favorite feeling. It's the windows down, silent back roads with dirty bare feet feeling. It's when I can walk outside without pausing to fish out a jacket. It is curtains dancing around my room because of the cool breeze that pushes against its fabric. It is sunsets after desert and grass as my pillow. The sound of lawn owners, of more falling leaves, and rain against the window... Pockets of shade and walks along a gravel road. I don't have a favorite season, I have a favorite feeling.
                                                                                                                - Unknown