I loved Fall days in Colorado. I'd wear shorts and a t-shirt to class in the morning. After the first class, I'd walk over to the Student Center and not really realize the breeze. I'd play an hour or two of video games and probably run into someone I knew. By the time I was walking to my afternoon class, the wind would really be blowing. The kind where on the news they'd say it gusted to 60 MPH and forced semis off the road. The clouds wouldn't be quite past the mountains and looked more log fog or mist. It would be getting colder. By the time I was riding home after class, it'd be so cold my teeth would chatter and I'd wonder why I didn't bring a coat. Before it was dark, it'd be snowing.