Because I may be wrong, but I’m pretty sure I just heard a click.
A soft subtle one that came in through the window on a breeze with a cool thread running through it.

This time last year it was winter in my life. February in New York City. A totally brutal month as the novelty of winter clothing and snow and staying home is gone and everyone wants it to just damn end so we can get on with our lives.
The seasons that followed unsurprisingly were spring, summer and autumn. But then we got on an airplane and suddenly it was summer again.

Now though?
I could easily be mistaken having no frame of reference for this part of the world, but as of today, I think it just might be autumn.