Oh I want to come and see it so I can judge by myself. Fall doesn’t last long enough according to me. And i tried to love the winter but everytime it comes, I ask myself existential questions “what is life ?”, “they say everything has a purpose, what’s the purpose of winter ?”, “why so cold ?”, “why ? Just why ?”
I don’t like the cold. Not one bit. Only look for cool air when it’s too hot. But in the Congo I like the temperature we have. All you need is enough trees. With that, you’re good.