An autumnal musing
If you live in or around the Northeast, you know the feeling. The tip of your nose is noticeably colder. The breeze comes by and quiet shivers crescendo into a shake. Autumn is here, and it's about time.
I am normally a fall-hater, favoring the renewing warmth of spring and the heat of summer. Perhaps it is the changes in my own life, or the passion for football, but I have come to respect fall and even enjoy it.
The cooler air reminds me of school days when the promise of homework was met with anticipation for the cool things I could learn. Yeah, it was geeky, but I liked the promise of a new school year. It was exciting to think of what might happen, what friends I might make, and what classes would teach me.
The season makes soup taste different and wonderful. You get to wear jackets, and that means more pockets!
It's a time for introspective moments as the dying leaves make us cognizant of our own life's cycle. When will we change colors? What does it mean for us and the people around us?
The biggest reason I disliked autumn in the past was that it ushered in winter. I still despise the bitterness, death, and monotony of winter (minus the beauty of a snowfall), but I think I place less blame on autumn now. Fall is just Spring in reverse, and I like Spring best, so I think I can hang with Fall afterall.
Plus, pumpkin pie and coffees rock!
I am normally a fall-hater, favoring the renewing warmth of spring and the heat of summer. Perhaps it is the changes in my own life, or the passion for football, but I have come to respect fall and even enjoy it.
The cooler air reminds me of school days when the promise of homework was met with anticipation for the cool things I could learn. Yeah, it was geeky, but I liked the promise of a new school year. It was exciting to think of what might happen, what friends I might make, and what classes would teach me.
The season makes soup taste different and wonderful. You get to wear jackets, and that means more pockets!
It's a time for introspective moments as the dying leaves make us cognizant of our own life's cycle. When will we change colors? What does it mean for us and the people around us?
The biggest reason I disliked autumn in the past was that it ushered in winter. I still despise the bitterness, death, and monotony of winter (minus the beauty of a snowfall), but I think I place less blame on autumn now. Fall is just Spring in reverse, and I like Spring best, so I think I can hang with Fall afterall.
Plus, pumpkin pie and coffees rock!




