Man, oh man, am I tired.
But hey, it's fall! I love it when you walk outside on a cold (but not painfully so) night and the clouds are lit up by the moon. What's even better is driving through that, and that's made yet still better by driving in a car with a sunroof. Don't have it open, because it's too cold, but just so you can see the sky if you look up.
But fall is my favorite time of the year. Why, blake, why?! It's because, by January, the cold nights get old because you're wasting all of your life away slaving over some books while trying not to look outside your window and get some kind of inspiration to do something wonderful, something enlightening, something refreshing. Because that wastes time.
Fall is great because of anticipation. You walk outside on a cold night and think about what's coming: the holidays. For me, it means more of those beautiful cold nights accented by my birthday, staying up until 3am every night on christmas break, and the thanksgiving lan party - a tradition that maybe, just maybe, will survive in the future. It hurts to think that this year's could be the last one. I'm one of the lucky few that has something new to look to - something like lounging by the fire with a girl in one arm and a stuffed toy football in the other which I'm occasionally using to bash her while the football game marches on on TV.
Do I know any of that's going to happen? No. But it's great to think about it. The thought of lounging by the fire or fighting off the cold, waiting to line up the perfect shot in a tense shooter game, or getting a UT sweater for christmas. It's wonderful; it's enlightening; it's refreshing.
That's why I love fall.