I live in a part of the world that doesn’t truly have an autumn. At least, not in the traditional sense.
“Cool” means we reach the 70’s (and if it dips below 70, it’s time to pull out the long sleeves, socks, and boots… well, besides some of the stubborn ones who never give up the flip flops). The only leaves that change are on trees native to more northerly parts of the country that don’t understand that the leaf dropping process isn’t necessary. When the leaves do fall, it’s in the spring, as the new growth pushes off the old.
But that doesn’t mean that we don’t constantly wait for the endless summer to cool into a more golden part of the year.
September is the month when the change finally begins. Sure, it starts with the return pumpkin spice lattes, but there’s also a subtle change. First, the humidity-incited haziness begins to fade, starting at the sky’s zenith then slowly inching down to the horizon. Then, the early morning and evening are accompanied by the occasional but unmistakable cool breeze. Finally, the afternoons take on a golden hue.
That change is finally beginning. It’s like a breath of fresh air after a long, hot summer. And, like every year, it stirs something deep inside of me. The first time that I read The Lord of the Rings, I remember a mention that Bilbo and Frodo always felt more drawn to adventures during the autumn. I feel that too. I want to slip away on some adventure…
What’s your favorite time of year?