Sometimes I feel like I am the only person who likes Autumn. In Ireland we do not really have proper 4 seasons, but I still like when summer ends and the days are getting shorter.
Autumn is the time of colorful trees and paths strewn with leaves. It’s also the time of blankets, pillows and candles.
It is the season of apples and pumpkins.
The long, colder evenings are cheers up by hot teas and chocolates.
It’s the time life slow down and I do not feel obligated to go for a walk or run. I can stay at home and watch movies.
I am happy to do some exercises at home instead of the park.
Why should not I like this?