As summer passed and the air grew cold, I realized how similar we were.
Born in spring and autumn, the rising wind and lowering degree had always been a part of us. And as close as we were, with the changing weather it became clear to me that there was still an unchangeable difference between the two of us.

From a technical point of view, our worlds were one and the same, like the winds and temperatures in spring and autumn, which were measurable the same every year.
But scientific facts and measurements were unable to assign our comparable relationship to the same meteorological category.
Human nature and the emotions that arise when the seasons change couldn't have been more different.

So the autumn wind that I felt and his approaching birthday were a stranger in contrast to the spring wind that I was allowed to call a home.