I hate fall because it's a tease. It's summer on it's deathbed. Warm days, cold nights, plants dying, and total darkness by 6:00. I hate seeing and hearing leaves on the ground. Every day is a reminder that real summer is over and winter is coming. I hate the slow change and it just depresses the heck out of me.
I'm not fan of winter either but winter is what it is - cold and snow. There's no pretending to be something else.