I seem to be more aware of seasons and the general passage of time this year than in the past. Maybe I've gotten sufficiently divorced from the academic year that September isn't just "start of classes". And I'm being a little more conscious of what the weather is actually going to be. But when I walked to the T this morning and it was snowing, my reaction was mostly, "yup, it's getting towards that time of year."
(Thinking more, though, it's kind of strange that this is my fourth year not-at-ET. *joints creak*)
(Thinking more, though, it's kind of strange that this is my fourth year not-at-ET. *joints creak*)