i like Fall much better than Spring, especially here, where dying leaves far overshadow flowers in their variety and color. the Fall sky asserts its blue-ness so strongly, the air turns to a reminder of winter, and the sun drips honey onto your skin and is all sweetness and yummy-ness.

Spring in Dallas has a weak character. in the beginning its like a shadow of the gone winter. and then even before it has realized its newness, it bursts in a heated self-implosion into the all consuming summer.

Fall on the other hand melts slowly, deliciously into the barrenness and snow of the next season...