What’s your favorite month of the year? Why?

It’s hard to put it down to a month. Time is kind of weird to me.

I can tell you things I’ve done, places I’ve been, but when I’ve been there is hard to pinpoint. But one thing I can tell you is what the weather was like.

In some places in the world being able to remember what the weather was like would tell you what time of year it was. But it England, it’s more complicated than that.

The weather changes so quick, but it can be hard to pinpoint a to a certain weather. But perhaps unsurprisingly I can tell you that my favourite time of year at this times.

I wish it was the cold colder times. But like much of my life I love the idea of a lot of things I don’t actually like. I love the idea of winter and snow, but my disability, my reality, doesn’t

I’m sorry because I know that this post doesn’t answer the question.

This one’s slightly unhinged and might not make sense. Sorry.