My Favorite Season

If you asked me what my favorite season is, I'd say spring. At least, I would have before. But it's not spring, now, it's (almost) Fall. And I'm tempted to say it is my favorite. So, since I cannot decide for certain, this is why my favorite season is any of them:

• Spring is my favorite because of the sights--the blooming trees and visible signs of life.
• Fall is my favorite because of the smells--the crisp, cool air that smells like something heavenly is about to happen.
• Winter is my favorite because of the feelings--the warmth of staying indoors, curled up.
• Summer is my favorite because of the tastes--the ice cream, the sea-water, the fresh water that makes my tongue smile.

But there is no season for my ears, then.
That cannot be.

• Thus, from henceforth, I declare Music a season.

And it is my favorite (too).