Spring and Fall

If I were forced at gunpoint to choose my favorite season I would probably pick Spring. Or Fall. Spring and Fall are the lesser of the extremes. The inbetweens. Like Goldylocks and the Porridge, summer is too hot, winter is too cold, and spring and fall are jussstt right.

Spring is also my favorite because it's open window season.

I highly endorse the opening of windows. I think it's the best. I, for whatever reason, always think better when the window is open and I can feel the breeze. I hope when I am older and I eventually own a house, that there will be large windows so when they are open I can feel outside when I am actually inside.

Windows also "de-pressurize" your room, as I put it. You never notice it until the window is open, but when it is you feel like you can breath better and, to me, my room seems bigger when it really isn't.

And I love to watch the leaves. With Spring, the leaves are born, and with Fall the leaves change colors and die. It's mystifying to watch the process. This is another thing I learned in school and can't remember anymore. And I'm thankful for that. I like things like that to remain mysterious. The only scientific thing I have ever wanted to learn the facts about is Space. Because there's something magical about it still despite knowing the facts.

But don't get me wrong. Summer and Winter are excellent too. But by the end of those seasons, you're so tired of it and wish it would just end. More so for Winter than Summer, because School comes with the end of Summer. Which is awful.

And now I shall listen to Louis Armstrong and relax by my open window. I hope you all have an excellent Spring.