I think I’m not a fall person. When I was in school in Utah I liked fall because I associated it with the excitement of a new school-year and the fun of wearing sweaters. Now that I just work at a law firm, I don’t have new school-years, and I only wear sweaters on the weekends. So that leaves me to appreciate fall on its own merits, which appear to be the following:
- Gorgeous, non-humid weather with rich colors from the autumn leaves.
- Faded gardens and increasingly sluggish goldfish who may not survive the winter.
- Dark, chilly mornings and evenings that break my cycling/running/workout routine and make me want to just stay inside and watch TV.
- A feeling (let’s call it “dread”) that we’re on an accelerating spiral to the frenzy of the year-end holidays and the January doldrums.
On balance, it’s a negative score. I really miss the heat and light and positive energy of spring and summer.
Sigh. Maybe the one-season climate of southern California would suit me fine, after all.