I feel a little torn. I like the aesthetic of the Winter season, the idea of being cosey, snow and everything else that comes with it but I grow tired of it quickly. In my country the cold is gentle during most times of the year outside of Summer and despite my love of it, in my heart I prefer the Summer. A nice dry warmth that's not too hot and pleasant enough to enjoy the green rolling hills of my homeland, a temperature to grow vegetables, bathe in the sun, listen to the birds sing and the cicada fill the air with life. I used to love watching the sheep graze in the fields by one particular oak tree, right beside a windmill right that felt cooling in the heat.
All the seasons (obviously) have an innate beauty about them but my heart lies with the Summer. It's the same reason I really love tropical games and that brief era of summer styled era video games during the early 2000s which felt like different variations of FF10s theme.