When autumn slowly usurps the sun soaked days of summer, I dream of walking out my front door only to be greeted by a temperature that catches my breath. I dream of crisp red and yellow leaves crunching under my boots as I weave through the city on my way to school. I dream of sleepy Sundays where nothing but a novel, hot chocolate and a warm blanket can soothe my soul...
One day I will be there.