It's Winter. I am sitting on my big bed in my room. My window is open because it's 71 out. I don't want it to be 71 because it's Winter. Everything has its place and time. Dad is grilling out chicken and I can smell it through my window. I am thankful for this moment.
P.S. I like to capitalize words that are important to me. So even though I wasn't supposed to capitalize Winter because it wasn't being used in a title I did anyway.