in a few months.
But you know what? I'm not dreading it like I was a couple of months ago. I'm actually excited about fall and it's crisp autumn air and the crunchy leaves under my feet. God was pretty smart the way he made the seasons- just when you're really, really sick of winter, spring comes around and you really appreciate it and you prematurely wear flip flops and skirts. And then when you're really hankerin' for the sun, summer comes and warms your little soul up. Then, when you're sweating in your sleep and freckle-faced and scorching your feet on the concrete, fall starts to approach and it always brings this new excitement: back-to-school supplies feeling, you know. And then it's been so many months since you've seen snow, you're ready to see the world caked in white, totally clean once again.
...Or maybe it's just because I've only been through one Erie winter?