Good bye, summer and all of your wonderfully hot days. I'll miss your 8:30 sunsets, going barefoot anytime I want and long, lazy mornings. I wish you could stay forever so I would never have cold hands and feet (okay, I still have cold hands and feet) but you know what I mean.
Hello Fall, you're okay, very pretty I must admit, but I'm not very happy to see you. You mean winter is coming, you mean the days are getting shorter, you let me know with your 50 degree mornings that I'm going to be freezing in very short order and I'm not too happy about that.
I suppose I should move to the equator.