I believe in seasons.
I believe in the warmth of summer love, late-night train whistles, and the early afternoons of July.
I believe in the beauty of autumn, when I am once again reminded that death is an essential part of life. I believe in the fallen leaves, dark red sweaters, and spicy apple cider.
I believe in the solitude of winter, with its quiet white rooftops and piercing stars. I believe in icicles and peacoats and empty parks.
I believe in the whispers of spring, carrying tentative blades of grass and the giggles of children running to escape the air that’s still just too cold to go without a coat.
I believe in freezing rain and faltering sunshine, that struggle to shatter the ice and reassure me that summer will come again.
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