Shhhh... do you hear that? That, my friends, is the sound of hope returning. It is the light at the end of the tunnel. It is the whispering winds of autumn, sweeping in on the coattails of the most dreadful of summers.
Somebody grab the light sweaters and pumpkin lattes because I am SO ready for autumn.
I think that I have made my disdain for summer, or more specifically, summer's HEAT, quite clear, so it should be no surprise that the coming of the fall months offer a respite and relief.
Plus, who doesn't love the leaves changing colors, and the rainstorms and the overcast skies and... oh it's glorious. I can't talk about it anymore, or I'll cry when I realize that summer is not actually over yet.
But I digress: it is coming, and I am happy.
And... that's it. This is a rather curt blog post, but I had to share my joy with my nonexistent, faceless internet audience.
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