Do changing seasons make you feel nostalgic?

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I opened the window tonight and felt a cool summery breeze. It's not very hot but there's something summery in the air. I know it won't be summer for another 7 weeks but this is the time of transition so the change is now more noticeable.

This happens with each changing season. I feel something I haven't felt in six months but was once something I felt everyday. It always makes me feel nostalgic. It makes me think of what I was doing this time last year and the year before that and the year before that...

The air smells different. It reminds me of summer nights last year rolling on the beach with a girl. It reminds me of summer nights of long ago, when I was a boy lying on the grass in the backyard staring up at the stars.

I can't say that I like either summer or winter better. One is too hot and one is too cold yet they both have their charms. I like winter mornings spent indoors, basking in a sunbeam passing through a window. Summer is more energetic, except when it gets too hot and there's no one on the street. I look outside and it's like the world stopped. It's so bright I can barely see. It's surreal.

People are more sociable in the summer. I always get more dates in summer. It's a shame because girls are more huggable in the winter.

I don't like the days of summer but I love summer nights. I go to bed early in winter. It's the best way to keep warm. I'm a morning person in the winter. Active by daylight. In summer I get insomnia, not because I don't like summer nights but because I love them too much to sleep through them.

yes. and sometimes i feel like crying when i, out of nowhere, smell a certain perfume my teacher used to wear 15 years ago.

Today is very hot and humid. It feels like it`s 40 degrees C out right now, and there`s no way I`m going outside. I`m glad I don`t have to go back to school any more. I hope the kids will have air conditioning. When I was a kid the only air conditioning at my school was the wind. And wearing shorts was forbidden because it was a religious school and showing the skin above our ankles was a sin and the girls had to wear bonnets.

Okay, I`m kidding about the ankles and bonnets, but shorts were not allowed.

No they don't

Here in the northern hemisphere, September is a very evocative and often strange time. The transition from summer to autumn can be slow, as it's still quite hot, - what's sometimes called an 'Indian summer' - but the melancholy scent of decay is already in the air. There's no mistaking it, in the same way that you can often smell spring on the breeze in late February. The two smells are quite distinct, and usually most noticeable at dusk. They always stir up the same childhood memories for me.