Living in a state that doesn’t experience many seasons always seems to make me feel like I’m missing out on something. The leaves don’t change colors, nor do they become crisp and fall off of their respective trees. Although I love where I live, I sometimes wish that there was more variety throughout the year. I wish that I could have the experience of walking through a park littered with red and gold leaves, and that I could feel the crunch underneath my feet. It always seems so magical and mysterious. I suppose, however, that if I had the choice of living near the ocean or actually experience seasons, I would forever choose the ocean. I don’t do well in places where I can’t smell the sea air. So maybe it’s a trade off. Dolphins and eternal mystery instead of seasons. I think I can live with that.
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