My favorite season of the year is Fall; the trees start dying, the leaves change colors, and the carnivals roll into town, chugging their smoke into the air as the engines roar. The smell of caramel corn and cotton candy! And the people, oh the lovely people you meet in carnivals.
I think this year will be different than the last. I can smell it.
But in other news, I have not quite managed to die. I'll call this endeavor a success.