Summer smells like chocolate and vanilla ice cream dripping down cones as we run around in our t-shirts and shorts, our bare feet hitting the soft grass.

Autumn sounds like strong winds rustling through the few remaining leaves on trees. Children clutch their parent’s hands, scared that they’ll blow away.

Winter feels like waves of heat coming from the heater as frozen hands wrap around hot cups of tea and coffee. The rain pours as shivering bodies hide under heavy blankets.

Spring tastes like coconut covered donuts under a huge, green tree. The warm breeze blows black and brown hair in all directions. Sticky fingers licked clean between every few words.