This is one of my favorite times of year. The first cold day after summer. It reminds me of college, and hanging out around the chiminea with friends, and settling in. One of the things that I miss about college life is that it was new every sememster. And you have that feeling of new for a month while you get back into the swing of things, and then you move to the feeling of getting in the swing of things. Which I think is almost better than the new. And the first cold makes me think of football, "don't look into the flame" signs at the greek houses that were beginning to build their floats, and carving fall pumpkins. But I know here is a couple months when we trudging through an ice storm, I'll be ready for summer again. But for now, goodbye swimsuits, sandals and sweet strawberries. See ya next year.