Weird thing: I can’t begin to explain why, but there’s just a distinctive difference between a warm, sunny day in spring, and one in fall. Same temperature, same lack of clouds… but even if I’m not looking at the greenery I still feel the difference. Something about the light.
It’s, as I say, weird. Probably there’s an obvious reason for it that I’m missing. Or I’m mildly crazy. Or embrace the healing power of ‘and,’ I guess.