I don´t have a favorite season. I have a favorite feeling:
It´s the warm nights, lemonades, and watermelons.
It´s the bike rides to the lake, and dinner out on the porch.
It´s roasting marshmallows over a bonfire, and singing crickets.
It´s the smell of newly cut grass.
It´s sleeping with open windows, dewey mornings, and early breakfasts.
It´s warm rain, and fiery sunsets.
I don´t have a favorite season.
I have a favorite feeling.
I think I know what you mean.