I don’t have a favorite season I have the favorite feeling

I don't have a favorite season I have the favorite feeling

I don’t have a favorite season I have the favorite feeling it’s the windows down silent back roads with dirty bare feet feeling it’s when I can walk straight outside without pausing to fish out a jacket it is curtains dancing around my room because of the cool breeze that pushes against its fabric it is sunsets after desert and grass as my pillow the sound of lawnmower of falling leaves and rain against the window pockets of shade and walk along the grave Road I don’t have a favorite sees it I have a favorite feeling

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