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?