Everyone seems to love fall. Except me. I love spring and summer. I get sad when the long, hot days come to an end. I wish they could stay forever.

Yes, fall has pretty colors. It has Halloween. It has college football. It’s apple season. It’s starting to be soup season. And it even has my birthday to entice me to like it. And yet? I don’t. Because I know winter is coming up right behind it and I dread those long dark days. I dread the grey. The cold.

Sigh. I just don’t like fall.