Autumn Daydream

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.

 

I sit here listening to soft music and the sound of my Air conditioner whirring softly in the background, only a little longer till the best time of the year. Happy Summer everyone and lets all have a good second half of the year.