I love the sound of rain. I always have. Particularly when it is accompanied by 50 degree weather. After the long boiling days of summer a the relief of a few days of rain is just what I had in mind. The cool weather also means.... no I'm not nieve enough to think that summer is really over. I've lived in places where the weather plays cruel tricks on you for too long to be that gullible. The summer vacation, however, is effectively over tomorrow.

That's right, school is starting back up. Back to the daily grind of waking up before the sun hits the horizon and dragging myself to school. This year promises to be even tougher than last because of the longer commute. However I look forward to those cold winter days where I leave my apartment before the sun comes up, and come home as it hits the mountains in the distance, ending another day... you might think I'm joking, but I'm really not. I love winter. To me there has never been a more enjoyable time than taking a walk through the soft snow storm, the freshly laid powder crunching beneath my feet.

At the moment its just the rain, a cool reminder of the days to come. Re-introducing myself to my kids, professors and new counter parts. It will be a fall of change. Time to make myself useful again.