Late September
The anticipation of spending more time indoors (as it gets colder) brings about moods of fervent self-improvement. Newspapers beg to be read, walks to be lengthened, bookshelves to be alphabetized.
Does the air smell like apples? Not here, but somewhere it does.
Agreed wholeheartedly. I love the summer, and I got about as much out of it as it got out of me, but the notion of staying in a bit more and Getting Things Done is sounding pretty great right now.
