“I’ve always loved Autumn,” Aziraphale smiled as he set the two mugs of cocoa on the small table. He sat down on the couch with a content sigh. Outside, a soft wind rustled the orange leaves.

"The colors get so vibrant, and the smell is simply refreshing." He smiled fondly, looking out at the already-softening sky. Really, he wasn't sure he could dislike any season, any day of the year, and time of day. He simply loved everything. The gentleness of a lazy summer night, the invigorating cold of a crisp winter morning. Life was so easy to love.