Disclaimer: Not mine.
Ever been asked what your favorite season is? I was, just the other day in fact. And I didn't want to tell them spring, and I didn't want to tell them why, so I just shrugged my shoulders and asked, "What does it matter?"
It's spring.
Because it carries a hope no other season does. See, Summer, that's just pure joy, and heat, and kids running through the water of fire hydrants and firefighters going and shutting them off.
Fall... that's the leaves falling to the ground, dying almost. And it's back to school time.
And winter... winter's depressing and cold.
But spring... spring is hope.