Most women I know get all excited as the weather cools a touch and there is the hint of Fall around the corner. I am not one of those women.
These women look eagerly onto the sweaters and the cute tights that they can soon start to wear with anticipation. I am not one of those women.
They see scarves and beanies, and squeal with delight. I am not one of those women.
The hint of Fall that excites many brings sorrow to me. Perhaps, it’s because I have the constitution of a *well, I can’t think of anything, but something very easily cold* And probably because Toronto sees it’s fair share *read: exhausting long months* of the cold and Winter. All that combines to create me: a woman who longs for every second of summer, who dreams of living in a warmer climate like California, and who wishes that Winter meant a sweater and leather jacket rather than the layers upon layers of thermal, wool, and parka.
That woman, this woman, is decidedly not happy to feel the chill in the air.
