Autumn: (n) the third season of the year
I hear people say it all the time: “I love the four seasons.”
I assume they’re referring to spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Every time I overhear the words, I ask myself, do you agree with that? And I realize I don’t.
I actually like two seasons. Unfortunately, there is no climate in the world that allows for the exclusive pair I prefer.
I like summer and autumn.
Spring has too much rain, buzzing bees and sneezes.
Winter…well, it’s cold.
But summer is warm and autumn gives me the tremendous sensation of flashing back to boyhood.
Magnificent things happen in the autumn when you’re a kid.
- You go back to school.
At first you hate it, but then you realize that your friends are there and they make great jail mates.
Yes, autumn is the best season for football. Growing up in Ohio, there was just enough chill in the air that you had to wear a sweater or a hoodie, and could almost see your breath in the air.
Even if you didn’t dress up in a costume, the holiday afforded donuts and candy and all the things forbidden for rest of the year, but for some reason were sugar- and calorie-free on All Hallow’s Eve.
- And of course, autumn showcases the beautiful gathering for Thanksgiving.
To me, Thanksgiving is the definition of family–even more than Christmas, when we’re busy buying and receiving presents. It’s a time when we actually have to sit together, over-consume food and converse. Although dangerous, it is a blessing.
I was kind of saddened when autumn became fall.
It must have been a similar reaction that God felt when love was only defined as sex.
There’s nothing “fall”en about autumn.
It is a beautiful season which confirms that the things that bloom must eventually die … to make room for a new possibility.
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