Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.

Capote overturns the conventional association of spring—especially April—with renewal. By saying April “never meant much,” he distances himself from the expected calendar of optimism and rebirth. Instead, he locates “the season of beginning” in autumn, a time more commonly linked with decline, suggesting that personal cycles of hope and change do not necessarily align with cultural symbols. The phrasing implies a private emotional geography: beginnings may arrive with cooler air, shortening days, and a sharpened sense of clarity. The line’s compressed, almost paradoxical structure mirrors the idea that renewal can be found in unexpected seasons and that sentiment is shaped by memory rather than meteorology.