Sunday, the end of daylight saving time, was my favorite day of the year. It’s all downhill from here, save for slight blips at Christmas and St. Patrick’s Day. (I’m not exactly sure when things get back up the hill, but it’s a saying for chrissake. Get off my back.)

I can’t tell you why the end of daylight saving time is my favorite day of the year in exact terms. Part of it is that I’m largely unable to be productive when it’s light out, instead preferring to do most reading and studying and writing in the wee hours o’ the morn’. Alas, having more darkness per day makes me feel like working that much harder.

Part of it is that I absolutely love the fall. I love crisp weather, I love crisp leaves on the ground, and I love the scenery of a good college campus with its hustle and bustle and the feeling that I’m part of a larger focused goal that is the pursuit of knowledge (and, especially here, nothing else). For some reason, the end of daylight saving signifies the kickoff of true fall for me.