ThePuddingCat

Summer's finally at its end. Here in my hometown, we've learned not to trust the weather, for it loves to change (a bit like the stairways at Hogwarts). This time, though, it seems like the heat and the sun have decided to vacate elsewhere and I scream "hooray" and welcome my most precious Autumn. Every once in a while, I get asked how I can like such a gloomy, dark and depressing season. I reply: there's no hardship in loving the mantle of leaves at your feet, none in feeling the prickling rain on your hair. I could never hate the thick layer of blankets on my bed nor the steaming cup of tea on my desk. How do you disdain the warm and soft