Seasonality is instrumental in human culture and in making our psychology and social behaviour what it is.
Seasonality is in our nature. We were highly seasonal beasts until the coming of electric light, but traces remain.
Seasonality is what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other.
Seasonality is the low prelude of a lordlier song, summer, a music without hint of death, autumn a cadence lingeringly long, and Winter, a pause, the Minstrel-Year taking breath.
Seasonality is a thing one approaches differently as one grows older. Youth prefer the vulgar months but as you grow older you learn to like the months that can't make up their minds, the months that admit that things can't ever bear the same certainty again.