And just like that autumn is in full bloom once again, even though it seems like last year's fall just happened (I don't know if you can tell since you can't hear my tone of voice but this is not something that I'm exited about...). The time has passed so quickly and somehow I'm still mentally stuck in the month of April or something. I've had the loveliest year so far but the winter is never something I look forward to. Why? It's cold, dark and cold and dark. I think that pretty much sums it up for you.
Autumn is beautiful though, don't get me wrong. A good autumn can be absolutely brilliant. If I didn't know that winter was coming up next that is... Yuck. Strange hearing that from someone coming from Sweden? As I've told many of my friends who've argued with these exact words: I feel as though I've endured enough winters in my life and therefore I should be rewarded with winterless years for the rest of my life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I can move away to warmer countries but I just had to fall in love with Paris for some reason.