I was born in October. The trees sing happy birthday to me every year with their explosion of colors and vibrant beauty. Every year my mom tells me the story of how she remembers looking out the window after giving birth to me and seeing all the beautiful foliage. This must be why fall is my favorite season. There’s even a different smell in the air. You know what I mean? Fall invokes happiness and celebration within me. Winter is by far my least favorite season. I hate, hate being cold. I especially hate the long, grey days…