This is that time of year when everything is filled with pumpkin, the leaves outside scream "warm colors" but the temperature reminds you that a horrible family Christmas movie release is just around the corner.
What is it about fall that makes you feel so drained? Everyone around me, it seems, gets all excited for fall wear, pumpkin spice lattes, and crunchy crunchy leaves everywhere. While all I want to do is hermit in my little home with art supplies and music.
I don't hate fall because "everything is dying" as people say. I hate fall because it's not a season. It's two weeks of wind and unstable temperatures before the first frost gives way to six months of winter.
Ah Minnesota. Thou art a heartless bitch.