i always say winter or fall is my favorite but then i remember those early spring days when the air is cold but there's not a cloud in the sky. so maybe spring is my favorite. but then i remember swimming in the river with my best friends and having picnics in the park and i think maybe summer is my favorite. but then i remember the smell of new rain on decaying leaves and fall seems like my favorite too! and then i think about how quiet the world is when it snows and how every breath feels like waking up and all of a sudden winter is my favorite. isn't it a wonderful world we live in?