When I woke up yesterday morning, there was frost on the ground. Any other year, I would’ve published a post about how I’m not ready for winter, I’m not ready for freezing weather, and I’m definitely not ready for snow.

Not this year.

I love fall. I love October. I love the chilly weather and walking to class in the crisp morning air. I love watching the leaves change colors and slowly drop from the trees.

But for the first time–and I’m sure this is an unpopular opinion–I wouldn’t mind it if it snowed before December 1st (which is my usual deadline).

I can’t explain why, but for some reason, I’ve been itching for snow. I was excited when I saw the frost, because I knew it meant cold weather–and snow–is not too far off. (I should remind myself of that statement in February, when I’m complaining about how winter seems endless.)

Okay, fall. You can stay for awhile longer. But winter, I won’t be disappointed when you finally decide to show up.