When the marks of your breathing kiss the glass windows, that's when you know fall has arrived. It is, once again, the season of dark mornings, darker evenings, pounding headaches and unbearable flu. Oh, excuse me. It's the season of rust-coloured trees whatnots.
They keep guessing that it might not snow this year because it was dry last summer, but, it's Vancouver. We can't really say for certain. All I know is this place is beautiful no matter what season it's in. This place will always be beautiful --- insert nostalgic memory here --- but it also makes you kind of lonely.
Seasonal Affective, as they say.
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