I really, really hate fall....
So much so I can't change my calendar from August to September...
Even though summer isn't technically over until the 21st I think, the whole season went by too fast. I can't wait until I'm older and I can enjoy each season. But at the age I'm at, September means the end of freedom, the end of good fishing, the end of warm weather.... Life begins to die...
It rains, and not in that beautiful dramatic way of summer or spring which brings life. Just a dreary, cold rain, dampening death and decay. You cant walk quietly in the mosses or grasses because of the fallen leaves, cicadas stop their whistling, birds qui