My favorite season is always the opposite of the present one. Cold days make me think I like warm nights in July best, and I wish I still lived in Texas so I could cup fireflies in my hands and watch them glow. I like the inescapable sense of warmth that summer brings and that it doesn’t get dark until children go to bed. But now, even if it were scorching outside, summer would still be my favorite. I fell in love with Busan over the summer.