This is My Time of the Year

It is cooler, and the nights get darker earlier. This is the time of the year when I begin to thrive. This is when I blossom, when I begin to feel my true self.

Folks walk about in pants and long sleeves, bundled like they live in an igloo. That is not for me. I love the cool weather. I sour at such wimps!

November is the end of football. It is the end of elections. It is when the end begins, when the year looks to start anew soon. Who cannot feel invigorated at the thought?