Autumn is my favorite season. I love the feeling of possibility that’s stirred up with the leaves and the cool breeze. The air is so crisp, the world is so bright and rich, and the knowledge of the coming cold makes people appreciate the chance to linger outside in the last of the warmth. Autumn makes me think of Halloween as a little girl, of bonfires out with my family, of camping and hayrides and driving around looking at the bright trees.
Now that I live in a cold climate fall means the donning of scarves and blazers and sometimes even hats, all of which I so enjoy (and rarely got to wear growing up in the South). Autumn is the last measure of summer’s golden glory before the white blanket of winter settles down over this amazing city. I’m embracing every bit of that glory while I can. There’s so much pleasure in the little things- the crunch of leaves under my feet as I walk to school, the brilliance of the ivy on the beautiful Gothic buildings here at the UofC, the strange sort of community that seems to be present at this time of year. As the quarter rapidly progresses and the time for paper writing and presentations draws ever nearer, I’m so glad for this feeling of potential. Fall makes anything- everything- seem possible, even writing 60 pages before December and passing an exam in a language I don’t know. I love it.
Here is my head with the most amazingly red tree. Autumn is the best season if for no other reason than trees like this. I think that should be a cheesy song lyric.
That tree is GORGEOUS! Sigh, I LOVE fall, too…