‘I don´t have a favourite season.I have a favourite feeling. It´s the windows down, silent back roads
with dirty bare feet feeling. It´s when I can walk straight outside without pausing to fish out a jacket.
It´s curtains dancing around my room because of the cold breeze that pushes against the fabric.
It is sunsets after dessert and grass as my pillow.The sound of lawnmowers,of falling leaves
and rain againt the window…’ Anonymous