Still, though, autumn is one of the better seasons as it moves away from the heavy heat of summer towards the sharpness of winter: just as spring too shrugs off the heavy coat of winter to coax new life out of the frozen ground.
Autumn and spring are the seasons of change, and as such are the preferable ones. The other two hang heavy, one with heat and one with cold, seeming to stand still, in stasis, waiting for the seasons of change and movement.
They are the seasons of change and difference taking us forward into the familiarity of the new.
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