Uglyhead

As I backed out of my driveway yesterday morning I was greeted by two contrasts. To my left the warm sun was rising over a clear sky. To my right a cold storm was closing in. Halfway to the office the clouds opened up. It rained until lunch time. Instead of a hot and humid afternoon, the rain brought with it a cold front. When I left the office for the day my arms actually felt a little chilled.

This is my favorite time of the year. I am so glad it has finally arrived. It is time to break out the long sleeve shirts, the windbreakers and eventually my closet full of coats (yes, I have an over-garment fetish).

I love the slight chill in the air that makes being in the sun feel good. I love the sight of leaves turning and the smell of them decaying. I love the ritual of preparing the yard for winter. I love going to soccer and football games. I love how my cup of coffee gives me more satisfaction on a cool morning. I love how there is one holiday after another, including most of our family’s birthdays.

Summer and winter are extreme seasons. They have their own ups, but their downsides tend to wear on the body and spirit moreso than the transitional times. Spring is a favorite for many people because the weather is similar in terms of temperature, but you have that whole renewing of life process instead of death and dormancy. For whatever reason–maybe it has something to do with the state of humanity–I prefer the fall for its time of rest looking forward to the promise of renewal. Spring is a close second, but in my book autumn reigns supreme.