​Winter is her favorite,
getting ready for hibernation with dreams of a blanket of perpetual white making everything clean and fresh and new, but Spring is her favorite with hints of life popping up everywhere with green and yellow and of course pink and the rain washes everything clean and new, but Summer is her favorite with warm carefree sunshine and dreams and possibilities sticking to marshmallow clouds floating off, but Fall is her favorite with slanted ocher light and chill in the air and leaves falling to earth like tears and memories ready to be raked up and jumped in, but Winter really is her favorite.