There's something in the air today. It's a hint at that change in the weather that signals the end of the hot, dry weather, and the beginning of the warm, but wet September (as JenB points out, this is only normal in Vancouver). Yes, it's a little early to feel it fully, but there's just enough of it floating on the air that it reminds me of fall. Even now, at the beginning of August, I see leaves that show signs that they're about to turn.

Those leaves. You can't trust them. Eventually, they'll turn on you.

It's the scent on the air, the leaves, and maybe the angle of the sun that reminds me of preparing to go back to school. I really miss that. The excitement of signing up for a full load of new courses, finding the textbooks at the bookstore, and panicking because there's not enough money to cover tuition and food until the student loan comes in.

It reminds me of walks across campus to find the building and my classroom for the first time. And wondering if I should eat at the cafeteria or wait until I get home in the afternoon. And preparing for the auditions for classes and plays. And buying piles of instant noodles to live on. And choosing a new travel coffee mug. And waiting in endless lineups at the registrar's office when they inevitably screw up my entire registration.

I miss it all. Maybe I'll abandon my career and go back to school. That would be fun, in a sick, overworked, undernourished way. I'm really tempted to do just that when the weather hints at turning into September like it is today.