The season finally seems to be turning, the weather cooling down, the days getting shorter and I couldn’t be happier.
And I know that me typing this will more than likely jinx it, and by next week the sun will have moved 400 miles closer to the earth and we won’t be able to walk on concrete without the soles of our shoes melting to it and shares in Coppertone will jump over Apple and Google.
At least we will all have a place to fry some eggs.
Autumn is by far my favorite season. As far as favorite seasons go: we’ve all got them.
If you are anything like me, you’re season of preference has changed a lot since you were young.
Summer is great…when you’re a kid knowing that you get a few months off of school.
As an adult, you don’t get time off from work during the summer. Nothing changes except the activeness of my sweat glands.
Summer is miserable and it is my least favorite season.
Winter I used to absolutely love.
There was a little break from school and, of course, Christmas.
There was snow and getting to wear funny puffy jackets.
I still really enjoy the wintertime, but I just notice it taking a toll on me more than it did when I was a kid.
By, like, week five of winter, I’m pretty ready for some greenery, some blooming flowers and bumblebees – if there are any left.
That leads us into spring.
I feel like, at least the past few springs I’ve experienced, that springtime doesn’t last as long as it used to.
Now I know it is different everywhere, all the different climates, but it seems like we go from winter to a week or two of perfect weather with the usual deluge of spring rains then its right into the brutal heat of summer.
If fall does stick around, consider me content.
I don’t care about the pumpkin spice lattes or the autumn scented candles. I don’t care about the Instagram or Facebook posts of you and your friends in a cornfield or carving pumpkins or really any other post not related to fall.
I care about waking up early and there being no reason for me to go outside, but that doesn’t really have to do with fall either, does it?
I care about the feeling, the immersion: the nostalgia and chasing that feeling.
The respite from the summer suffocation, the layering of clothes and breaking out my sweaters, wool socks and flannel, the natural sense of melancholy that seems to slow things down following summer where heat makes molecules move too fast.
I guess I’d only be lying to myself if I said the pumpkin spice lattes and autumn scented candles weren’t pretty cool too.