We don't really have seasons in the mountains of Colorado. I mean, yeah the aspen trees turn yellow for a few days, but we don't have that crisp autumn weather. Most years, it goes from nice mild days to brrrr overnight. That's what happened here this past week. It was nice, then it was cold--really cold. It takes my mind some time to catch up and to reset from summer mode to winter mode. I guess I'm finally converted over to winter mode now. Now I check the thermometer on the porch. I don't know why. It just seems like something you do when the snow is flying. Now my thoughts turn from not catching fish to trying not to slip and break anything.
That's the big difference from being a little kid and getting older. Little kids sort of bounce if they fall over. Last time I slipped on the ice I spent six weeks in physical therapy and was thankful I didn't break anything. I'm really more of a summer person. Five more months of this crap.