Golden sunlight shines through tree branches like apple cider oozing between blue sky. Dry leaves crunch under my feet and birds sing, the only sound that disturbs the otherwise perfect silence. I let my eyes hear, my nose see. All my senses are filled with my favorite time of year. Crisp air with a slight wind carries summer memories and winter warnings. Crimson, gold, blazing orange and rusty yellow leaves color the world. Burnt auburn tree trunks cling to the Earth and their roots occasionally grow up through the ground. They twist and curve and dive through the grass and make the pathway uneven. I smell the ripe apples in the orchard nearby and decomposing flowers below me.
Snowflakes fall softly onto the icy ground. The snow sparkles like blue embers in a sea of winter fire. The world itself seems to have fallen asleep and breaths through the sky. Inside it's warm and comfortable, filled with cinnamon, pine and peppermint aromas. Cheery songs play in your mind as you wrap gifts in silver, emerald green, ivory and cranberry red. Thick socks feel smooth and soft on your feet. All your fingers have defrosted from sledding for hours with friends outside. Twinkling lights and glassy ornaments on the tree make everything perfect.
How easy or difficult is it to tell which seasons I am describing?
Snowflakes fall softly onto the icy ground. The snow sparkles like blue embers in a sea of winter fire. The world itself seems to have fallen asleep and breaths through the sky. Inside it's warm and comfortable, filled with cinnamon, pine and peppermint aromas. Cheery songs play in your mind as you wrap gifts in silver, emerald green, ivory and cranberry red. Thick socks feel smooth and soft on your feet. All your fingers have defrosted from sledding for hours with friends outside. Twinkling lights and glassy ornaments on the tree make everything perfect.
How easy or difficult is it to tell which seasons I am describing?
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