The argument smoldered through September. He sent her texts about “Summer Love” and “Winter Dreams.” She corrected them with automated replies: Seasons are lowercased unless personified in poetry. He started a playful list on the fridge: “Reasons to Capitalize Spring (1. Hope. 2. Rebirth. 3. Tom said so.)” She added a footnote: See CMOS 8.36.
Yes. But only when it’s this beautiful. is a season capitalized
June smiled and pulled an old, worn novel from her bag. It was a first edition of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe . She opened it to a page and pointed: “Always winter but never Christmas.” The argument smoldered through September
Tom grinned. He was a graphic designer who believed rules were suggestions. “But Fall feels important,” he said. “The leaves, the crisp air, pumpkin everything. It has a capital-F personality.” the crisp air