Now is this kind of in between time of year. It isn’t quite winter yet, not quite fall either, but not summer anymore. I don’t consider fall starting until the leaves change. Its a funny time of year because the days grow shorter, but you can still wear a long sleeved shirt outside and not be cold at all. Sometimes I look at people out on the street and think that they could be dressed for summer because the temperature isn’t that cold, but they aren’t.
I guess the best name for this time of year might be evening. The evening of summer or the morning of fall: