A notable change in the weather has taken place this past week. The days of sleeping with the windows open and wearing sandals about town is coming to a close. It's time to break out the sweaters and long trousers. There's something about the beginning of autumn that makes me want to go outside and throw an American football around. It surprises me every year, since it's not one of my top five favorite sports, I've never worn a football helmet, and I don't have a favorite team, but there's some deep bit of Americanism in me that I can neither control nor explain. Curious, that. Even though summer is my favorite season, I welcome the change. Everything I know about the field of psychology tells me that too much of a good thing is a recipe for unhappiness, that we need the bad to be able to appreciate the good. Seasonal changes help us thrive, both emotionally and economically. How many equatorial superpowers do you know of?
That's enough armchair babble for now. I think I'll sit for a bit on this bench and soak up the last of the summertime rays.