I love the fall and winter.  Most of all, I love the cool, crisp weather we’ve been having lately.  The sky is open and clear, the wind is light, and the air is sooo clean and pure, it almost hurts to breathe.  Times like these takes me back to when I was 12/13 in junior high, hanging out with my friends at afterschool intersession… wanting to go back into the warm classroom, because it was too cold to be waiting around outside.  And the rainy days? Man!  I remember walking out to sixth period with Daniel, Denise, Carmen and Maria… splashing around in the puddles on the way to our History class- my hair would be soaking wet, my socks would be soggy, but I didn’t care, because I knew I’d be hitting a nice warm shower as soon as I got home.  It was times like those that made me fall in love with the rain and cold weather.  All of my memories in the rain and cold have been good ones, which is why I absolutely adore it.  I guess you can say its something that’s been a part of me for more than half my life =) Makes me wonder if I’d ever be able to survive the east coast.  Although I don’t think I would, it’d be nice to try it out :P