I walk through three seasons on my way home from work. First, down the pseudo-boardwalk behind Jamison Square under a tunnel of yellow leaves - that is fall. Turn and continue along the pavement through another tree tunnel, this one dotted with tiny gold lights - that is winter. Off to the left, the fountain shaped like a tiny seashore is flowing - water over the rocks and down into a shallow pool at the center. There aren't any children playing in the chill, but still. That is summer. Spring will have to wait.