It’s getting to be that time of year again. It’s funny how every summer, I cannot stand the heat and long for the winter. And then winter is here, and I want summer back. Fall is a happy medium, but we didn’t have much of one this year. I don’t like how fall makes the air smell, anyway. The leaves are pretty until they turn brown and clump together in wet piles in the corners of backyards. 

Winter is bitter and unrelenting but with it come all of the best holidays.