No great story begins

"I woke up early on a Saturday morning
at a time I would normally be asleep. I saw
the time and respected the choice of my 
circadian rhythm. The air felt chillier
than it usually does. Fall was encroaching.
People said it was fall, though, the wavering
heat seemed to say otherwise. It is supposed
to be in the mid-80's today. That is hot for 
this time of year. Has fall forgotten itself?
Has it decided to try something new? I think
it picked a bad time to experiment. 
I am by myself. I have grown used to this.
I spend more time alone than you would 
suspect. Solitude is familiarity, is peace,
is a madness I cannot part with."