There are seasons of the year that bring out different emotions in me. The Fall is my favourite for its beauty and it stirs in my old heart a patriotic pride. Nothing like a walk when the air is cold and crisp and your cheeks are red. As long as my feet are warm and my mitts are dry I am cosy. I can't help but marvel as I kick the leaves along the sidewalk that that same block of cement would have fried an egg in the summer. I personally derive pleasure out of living in a country that's beauty is enhanced by the seasonal changes. The sun shines, the leaves are glorious in their colour and the clouds thread across the sky. Just makes you want to stand up and shout................
Not bad, eh?
Hows about a song?
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