The permanent show

The seasons run following each other with their shades, and showing dynamic paintings exhibitions that enchant the eyes, and ravish the mind. It is as you are surrounded, at each equinox and at each solstice, by fresh and light cloths, by rustled silk, by warm cotton and soft wool blanket. Looking ahead and gazing through the windows of the corridors you became the only spectator of a show that repeats every year;  

The emerald green of the clover blazer, and the buds of the grapes scent, mingled with the smell of acorns and mushrooms white a carpet of snow shivers on the branches of trees.