September 1, and all of a sudden it's like someone flipped a switch and it's fall. But I like fall better than any season. I'm wearing my new Cedar Point pullover jacket but still wearing shorts, and it's breezy outside. In fact, I'm considering going to CP tonight, which is also a favorite part of fall.
Isn't it ironic that the time of year where stuff "dies" is actually the time we associate with new things like school/college?
Fall is both my favorite time of year (especially for trips to CP and the fall foliage) and my least favorite time of year due to the beginning of the Fall Term. Next week I'll barely have time to take a pee as I'll be dealing with lines of students. 2500 new freshmen and most will not have their logins and passwords with them for the first week of classes.
I'm looking forward to September 17 as Catherine and I are going to CP together.