How much I love Fall

Doing: sitting with the lights off but can't sleep
It's drizzling and cold outside. The ground is slick and covered with wet leaves. It's Fall, and I love it. The best season out of the year is the one where you can start to put on your sweatshirts and your woolen socks and watch highschool football games and start to see your breath in the air. When you can take long rides along the Cedar River on Becky or Gordon, and listen to the fallen leaves crunch under their hooves. It's the time when I get to be crazy and rope people into Halloween parties and socialize. When I get to subject my friends to late night walks by the Iowa City River to talk about life and love and loneliness. It's cold enough we need to wear gloves. My friends celebrate their October birthdays in various ways, but usually it includes a good night out at the bars for dancing and fun. You can just tell the new crop of freshman girls in their "barwhore" wear, oftentimes consisting of short skirts and even shorter tops, with the plunging neckline to compliment. They stumble their way through downtown looking for the bar of choice for the evening, and the guys watch and call. I show up, in a sweatshirt and jeans, with my kick ass M.U.D.D. boots (which many a guy has commented on) and I feel really good about it. Because I realize, it was only three years ago, that I was one of them. And now, I know that I don't need to rely on showing skin to impress a guy. For that matter I've realized guys worth impressing aren't the ones paying attention to these types of girls. And my Falls are better spent in the jeans and sweatshirts hanging out with the people who really matter, rather than trying to impress the random ones. It's still drizzling, it's still cold outside, but I'm a different me.