It’s one of the last winter mornings. The air is crisp, the sky almost equally divided between bright rays of sunshine and a veil of fog. The music is soft, the road is empty. I bet you’d love the the view.
It’s one of the first days of spring. The rain is pouring, the streets are busy, most colours get mixed, but not the white of the blooming trees. I’m sure you’d find the smell delightful.
It’s a midsummer night, one of the many sleepless ones. The moon looks back at the world, or so it feels. The grass is gently swaying and the night birds chirrup. I know you’d love the sound.
It’s one of those days in autumn when it feels like nothing is yet lost. The days are still long and bright, the nights still warm, the sky still blue. Late-season raspberries along the way – I bet you’d love the taste.
