Sitting here in the midst of the Texas summer, I long for fall and the promise it always holds. I know, the word promise has always been used as an attribute of spring, but see I was a teacher.
There's just something about a fresh clean school in late June, where the classroom is just waiting for decorations and the student needs must be analyzed to figure out the best ways to reach them.
Yes, autumn is my favorite season! Even now, when I'm no longer teaching, well, not for money anyway, the fall looks forward. It starts up my routine after the lazy days of summer, careens me into the winter holidays, and refreshes me with possibilities.