Gettin' my ponder on about the lovely autumn season

Why is it that autumn, unlike any of the other three months, makes me so willing to just simply sit in a chair, stare out the window, and think? It could be that I am so used to summer, that any change would warrant a change in my own thought process as well. Each golden - or red, brown, orange - leaf detaches from a limb and makes the jump to new ground, new surroundings. In that same way, I think, maybe I too need to make a change in my own life. Something to get me up so I can stop losing myself in the possible destinations of the constant passers-by four stories below me. But then, I correct myself that those leaves are dead, forced to abdicate what was most likely a comfortable perch that was held for several months.

Therefore, I think I'll just sit around a little while longer.