I suppose that makes me a perpetual adolescent by comparison, huh? ;) I'm a terror in spring, full of energy and passion, requiring little sleep and anxious to wake a little earlier every morning with the rising sun (whether I can see it or not). Autumn is actually my second favorite season; the change of both it and spring are very stimulating to me, but the valence is bittersweet in autumn (bittersweet is a flavor to which I'm very susceptible), rather than excited anticipation.