You Spin My Head Right 'Round/Turn Turn Turn

Summer. Really, she's great. I have nothing against Summer, per se. She's warm and bright, energetic and affectionate. She gets so excited about even the most mundane things. Its hard to look at things in the same way you used to when you're around Summer. Vivacious to the extreme.
This is, of course, why i can't stand Summer. There's only so long you can take everything being "fun" before you kinda want to shove a beach ball down her throat. You know that feeling when you wake up in the morning, having slept poorly the night before, and have to deal with that person who is some how, some way, manage to be eternally, morbidly bubbly? That's what its like to deal with Summer all the time.

Autumn is a lovely girl. Spending time with her is soothing, comforting somehow. While not quite as "warm" as Summer, she's very friendly and genuine, and when she cares, you can tell. She loves life and trying to find the beauty in the world around her, especially when its a little harder to find.
Cynicism is my biggest complaint with Autumn. She's seen enough death and pain in her life that she has come to recognize it all around her. It is by its contrast, however, that she is able to truly appreciate the beauty in the cracks.

Oh, my dear Winter. Winter can find truth in chaos, beauty in garbage. Winter has infinite hope and infinite insight. She has seen the worst the world has to offer, and still gets out of bed in the morning.
Poor girl is easily given to bouts of depression. Too proud to be pitied, its best to just avoid her during such times; she'll be fine. She's strong and resilient. Its just that sometimes, you need a little attention, too, and Winter is not one to often give it.

Now Spring - Spring is a delight. You'd be hard-pressed to find someone who is more refreshing to be around. Her smile comes easily and effortlessly. Her manner is enigmatic, coy, yet somehow inviting; imparting the first clues to a wonderful journey of firsts. Spring reminds you what its like to be a kid again, just by going about her daily routine.
There's nothing wrong with Spring. And so, there's nothing wrong with her. But that's good, i guess.