In an orange-painted forest, a girl walked along the pathway, her leather boots crunching the leaves beneath her feet. A breeze danced between the trees, the branches waving and cheering as it passed. When the breeze reached the girl she closed her eyes and smiled, inhaling as her dark hair - resembling the colour of the bark of the nearby pines - was gently swept back. She always liked this time of the year. The time when she could wear layer after layer of her favourite clothes, the time when she could sit inside wearing fluffy socks and drink hot chocolate, the time when she could watch movies all day and have no shame in not going outside.