evidentiary support

i know it's september.  this is not simply because at a young age i was taught about the months of the year and their consecutive order.  environmental evidence proves it is such.  indicators include...

- small children loitering on street corners at the wee hours of the morning weighed down by backpacks twice the size of their bodies.
- the necessity for office supply stores to label their floors with super large arrows to direct the throngs of panic stricken customers into "the checkout line."  and they still manage to eff it up.
- my bouts of nostalgia kick into hyper drive. 
- the smell in the air is a lovely mix of cool breeze and the onset of decay.  (yes, my secret is out... i think decaying vegetation smells lovely.)
- there is widespread driver amnesia upon entering a rotary.
- the sidewalks look like an episode of hoarders.

pet peeve tangent:  why don't people donate their crap?  for the love of god, there are services that will come to your home and pick it up, you lazy schmuck.  and have you ever noticed that people often tend to relocate their unwanted furniture to the sidewalk on a rainy day?  this act mystifies me.  it's like they're saying...  "i don't want my couch anymore, but i don't think i want you to have it either."

so, it's september.  the indisputable evidence proves this fact.  i will blink and it will be october.  i'm okay with this time warp.  it means... beautiful bronze colors, crisp cool air, amazingly enormous moons, hoards of candy, sexy knee high boots, cozy sweatshirts, and dressing in costume.  october is my favoritest month.  and no, it's not just because it's my birthday month.  though birthday spankings are always a draw.