Winter is coming. I wish it could wait a while. If winter is coming, it must mean the first month back has flown by fast. If winter is coming, it must mean Diwali, Thanksgiving and December holidays are also coming. It means the leaves will soon be replaced by intensely twinkling lights. It means that the blur of assignments, work, exams and proposals, of the weeks of hurriedly wrapped lunchboxes and hastily combed hair, have taken away a month and some of this year. If winter is coming, it means the end of 2014 will also come, and the earth and all of us will be older (except those who won't be). If winter is coming, then it makes me sad, because I just put the final shelf and blanket in my room, making sure the colors and coziness are always there to comfort me. How can winter be almost here, I haven't take enough naps in the sun, I haven't looked at the flowers and trees with the intensity I need to make them memories. I have so many books left to read. I have visits to plan. None of it matters (just as everything does). Winter is coming.
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