I can feel it coming like the light rain before the storm. The temperature is dropping and the kids are back in school. Tourist season is over, no more vacations, and everyone is back at home focused on work. That is until Saturday and Sunday when the raging obsession that is football begins. These are the signs of fall.
Leaves will soon drop and the trees will become ghastly versions of themselves. Rain and mud will replace the heat and sunshine. Our memories of the summer will become stories we enchant, or bore, our friends with. Our fondness for them grows even as we wish away the sweltering summer heat.
Do you like to sweat? Or are you one of those that prefers the cold. Those big jackets and high boots. Hats and handbags, layers upon layers in the sharpest of colors. Even though black and gray always dominate, there is some room for the orange and red of fall. It must be the fashionistas favorite time of year striding down a blustery city street as if it’s the fashion runway in Milan.
Most certainly someone will tell you, fall is my favorite season of the year. Which always causes me to wonder what do you think about Autumn, and why does it have to be fall. I ask such silly questions because I can never make up my mind, is fall better than summer? I know it’s better than spring, for that matter spring is on par with winter. There is just too much waiting in the both of them. I prefer the non-stop action of both summer and fall, but can never name my favorite.
Perhaps because it reminds me of the setting sun. When the sky turns orange and red before dropping its leaves. We all love to see it, but it heralds the end of the day and I never liked endings. It’s the moment I want to get captured in. So I rush to enjoy these last days of summer. Complaining about the heat while quietly wishing it would go away. Enjoying football and the fond embrace of jackets. I get lost in the waning days of summer and feel the cold breezes and think, fall is coming.
The first day of fall is September 22, 2012.