Yesterday I realised how much I love the different seasons. In the moment where one feels the season at its fullest, one is the happiest ever. But also the wonderful thing about the seasons is that one has the blissful memory of it, and one anticipates the wonders of the season to come. So all three temporal instances are of equal importance.
So everyone should get outside - this fullest feeling of happiness does not happen indoors.
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I love the winter, well only in Iceland, when the sky is crisp, when the light blue colour of the sky is so intense and changes to beautiful shades in the afternoon, when the sun is going down.
Summer is also really nice, one being able to pick blueberries, one is so happy looking down the hill into a beautiful landscape with a mouth full of berries.
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