A lot of you must wonder why do I hate the coming of fall and end of summer so much? I actually do love fall very much: to be able to wear layers, drink warm cups of tea to bed, admire the falling leaves, see my school friends, meet new professors etc. However, it also means I have to stop being lazy and I know I just won't have the time to read books of my choice, to daydream, and to sit and perfect the art of doing nothing. The days will only get shorter and shorter until there is little sunshine left in the day. Though winter is generally bearable until Christmas, fall seems like some kind of cruel teaser to the ensuing horrible weather. How do you guys get through winter?
