Heat beats on my home from the
outside as the whirr of my air conditioner could be heard in the background.
Its around this time every year that I lose my strength to the heat. I shamble
through the end of the summer feeling drained from the heat and sun. I miss the
cool breeze of autumn and the bright sunny days that aren’t blisteringly hot.
I grow tired of summer and though I
know that Fall is on its way, I have a difficult time picturing it. I know that
every year the first few days of crisp autumn air will be met with excitement
and confusion. It always seems almost too cold at first but it is still a
welcome temperature. I gain a burst of energy and I feel elated when the first
cool breeze of Autumn rolls in. I feel surprise and joy equal to the first time
I ever felt wonder of a crisp Fall day.
I feel like I am running out of
words to describe how I feel. I love the Fall as if it were a two month long
holiday. Halloween and Thanksgiving contribute to the festive feelings of Fall
but it also has its own energy and joy. People go apple picking, pumpkin
picking, pumpkin carving, hay rides and corn stalk mazes, or maize mazes
eheheheh. People DO things like the season is a holiday with its own
traditions. Granted summer has the beach and generally spring is when people
first start doing out door activities. I argue that spring and summer
activities are based on the weather. Going to the beach, bike riding, running,
flying a kite and going on picnics are things people already enjoy doing but just
have to wait for the right weather and spring and summer weather is best for
those activities. Autumn is more than good weather, it brings out a creative
side in people. They decorate more, they do activities based around Autmn, not
just Autumn weather. Some might enjoy outdoor activities in the spring but
those same activities could be done in the Fall. In some places that have
cherry blossoms or rare seasonal plants they might celebrate spring using those
plants and that is what people do every year in Autumn.
I will admit I am in the Northeast
side of North America, so these are traditions I see all around me and assume
most people take part in. I don’t know what other parts of the country do or
what other countries do. I don’t think I could every live in a country or a
part of the United States that doesn’t have trees that change from green,
yellow, orange and red. Every year the forested areas look like a beautiful
painting, painted by the creator of the world.
Every year I feel this mix of tired
sadness and hope for the Fall and every year I write about it in some way. I
hope I always feel this way because Autumn is such a great time of the year
that the day I stop being excited is the day I have died, either in my heart or
in my head.
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