This is the time of year when I’m usually quite excited and welcoming of the change in season—autumn has always been my favourite with its own particular smell and light along with comfortable temperatures. However, after spending my first summer here in Scotland, I’m feeling a little ripped off. When did the summer happen? Was I taking a nap when it came and missed it? Did it forget to stop by and say hello to me?
It’d be nice to have the strength to simply accept that summer’s gone never to return until next year and avoid complaining for the sake of my blog. But I don’t wanna! [stamps feet like child] I’m going to have a nice whine and post a couple pictures from a trip to Nice, France back in 2009 instead! Now where did I put that time machine?
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