I clicked fall as it is the more relaxing of the mild seasons here. Spring shares the temp changes from the extremes as well, but contains a sence of urgency. A get out and do something kind of feel.
Then again, winter has the weather that permits the playing of hookie to do no more than listen to the quiet snow falling or screaming down an icy hill on a sled as if one had reverted to childhood.
Summer has those days of playing in the heat, feeling great, then the relative coolness of the night offers an intimate time of closeness and sometimes even friskiness.
Okay, I like the sensation of living whenever, maybe just a bit more in autumn. I think.