I made some friends who are still friends, and this is the city of my birth. I love living here when theres a reason to, other than just moving here. I still dont like the winters here, but its an amazing city and I love it. – Michael McKean
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit – William Cullen Bryant
