Here it comes again.
I grew up on the East Coast, in a place where there were real and distinct seasons. Spring was lush and lovely, whether sunny and pleasant or windy and rainy. Summers were swampy, muggy, and hot. Autumn saw the leaves turning colors before blanketing the ground, and by the time October started to roll around, it would get increasingl…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Postcocious to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.