do you like fall?
i like fall.
i always find myself arguing the seasons with people who love fall. i agree with them and tell them that fall is good, but spring is better because while fall just gets colder and colder until it gets swallowed up by winter, spring gets warmer and warmer until it bursts into summer.
they keep arguing, thinking i've said i hate fall. but i don't hate fall. in fact, i love fall.
sometimes i add that i almost hate fall in utah because winter is such a bully. the snow doesn't like to wait it's turn and just pushes the less assertive seasons (spring and fall) around. but the very unassuming nature of the transitional seasons is what makes them great. so much more exciting, you never know what you're going to get each day. spring is hopeful and fall is anticipatory. i love the smokey smell and the crunkly leaves. it's like right before a thunderstorm and you know something's coming soon. it's great for walking. and also for scarves. you always feel like you're walking in a movie. which is terribly allison romantic.
on friday i watched the two most grown up people i know run through an enormous pile of leaves kicking up their feet like irish dancers.
and i thought to myself, thank goodness it's november and it's still fall.
now, winter has it's moments and one of those is Christmas. i like a good heavy snowfall that begins just as we walk out of our thanksgiving movie. snow is romantic until january. after that it just gets old. you need snow. i don't think i'd like a southern hemisphere Christmas. and you need opposition so you can really appreciate warmth and life when it comes back in spring, but once you hit february, things really need to start warming up. i grew up with st. patrick's day being an outside shorts and picnic kind of holiday. but i'm getting off topic so i'll leave my seasonal moralizing for a more appropriate place.
the moon has been beautiful. have you noticed? saturday was amazing. simply amazing. it literally took my breath away. and last night he was coyly climbing up behind the mountains and then played hide-and-seek in the clouds, but came out to walk me to my door.
today was a beautiful fall day. the morning was just crisp enough to make my scarf no longer frivolous, but not too cold for living. the clouds over the mountains as the sun rose were beautiful and as i closed my eyes and waited for the train, i could almost feel warm.
the walk home was equally comfortable temperature-wise and i'm sitting by the front door of my office without even a jacket watching the sun set.
as usual, i find myself without a proper conclusion. but then, maybe it's only just out of reach...
(you can't tell, but i'm singing.)