Fall would be a perfectly fine season if it didn't signal the coming of winter. I hate winter. I really really hate winter. It's barely tolerable for the holiday season but then I'm done with it. When I wake up on December 26, I want sweater-weather until summer. As in just a sweater, not a sweater under my gigantic parka with scarves, hats and gloves and the occasional pair of thermal underwears. I hate winter. And fall only serves to remind me that it's almost winter...again. And today is a miserably rainy fall day.