And not like this:
The past few nights, I've actually been dreaming about my beloved fall and winter times. I've had dreams of drinking caramel apple cider, crunching through leaves, and most recently: skiing. Skiing is the only thing that I feel I am actually marginally good at. It is not an exaggeration when I say that I am probably the least athletic person I know. So, it's kind of a big deal to me that I can actually participate in one physical activity without completely embarassing myself.