Yesterday was the official first day of autumn, and the weather is trying its hardest to act appropriately. Currently my window is open to a lovely 77°F, with a little breeze. This is far better than our usual 100+ temperatures, but it is still not sufficient for autumn, in my opinion, and so I am still not quite satisfied. There is time yet, but I thought an encouraging little post might help things along.
Perhaps, autumn, you are feeling hesitant because of those sweet summer children, the ones who bitterly lament summer’s passing and long for their heat-soaked, hazy holiday at the first hint of a chill in the air. The ones who find their bliss in beaches and waves and the sweet, aching kind of nostalgia that seems particular to the hotter months. Perhaps you do not wish the birds to take flight for warmer places. Or perhaps you are only sleeping, tucked away wherever seasons go when it is no longer their turn to shine.
But there are those of us who love you with all the depth our souls possess, who spend the entire year anticipating the perfection of October. Those of us who would trade sunscreen for scarves in an instant. Those of us who find our bliss in pumpkins and crunchy leaves and woodsmoke, who thrill to the feel of frozen fingers and cold-stung lungs.
We miss you desperately. Our hands are outstretched and we are begging you to cover them with thick gloves and fill them with hot drinks and Halloween candy and pumpkin-flavored treats. Give us marshmallow roasts and ghost stories, brisk mornings and long, lingering evenings. Wrap us in quilts and tingle our spines.
And then, hit us with winter.
This is what we live for.
PS. New site design! At long last. I am delighted and hopeful that this means things will start to pick up.
PPS. In case you didn’t notice, I have dropped the ‘In which’ style of post titles. This may or may not be temporary, I have not yet decided. I had a thought that more concise titles might be better, so this is an experiment to find out. No one really cares, I know.