seems like it's always understood this time of year...
Is it impossible to feel sad on a day as beautiful as today? After giving the emotion my best effort, I've decided that the answer is a resounding yes. As I walked to class in the bright sunshine, I felt my oppressive melancholy seeping out of me bit by bit until I couldn't quite remember why I'd allowed myself to revel so in my unhappiness. Then, there on the same street where only last week I wore sunglasses to hide the tears in my eyes, I realized I was smiling.
I love the Fall. I love the leaves changing colors and falling from the trees. I love the cool, crisp nights and the warm, sunny days made mild by gentle breezes. I love that one moment when, for the first time since Spring, the cold bites into you as you walk outside. I love Halloween and football and the start of the holiday season. Better Than Ezra actually has a song about the Fall (see title above) that exactly describes my feelings about it.
I have so many happy memories of fall: memories of football games and homecoming dances and coming home just before my 16th birthday to see my new car in my driveway for the first time. The first thing that always comes to mind when I think of fall is eating french fries in the PHS stadium back in middle school when they were the best fries in the world. (When I was in high school they started selling a different type of fries that weren't nearly as good.) I also think of homecoming my junior year, when my friend Mike dubbed himself "Homecoming King," and we all attempted to swing dance. I remember the first time I got to sit in the Auburn student section for a football game, back when I was still in high school and had to be snuck in, and road trips to see Auburn soccer games my freshman year of college. Fall makes me think of hot dogs pilfered from the Auburn Alumni Tent and hunch punch at Halloween Socials long past. Of course, I can't forget about the many memories made during the Fall last year in Europe: the Halloween party at Shanna's in Germany, Beaujolais Nouveau, our fabulous Thanksgiving, hiking in Grenoble with Leslie, and the Christmas market in Strasbourg, where I saw snow for the first time of the season. There was also our amazing trip to Dijon, and the best and worst night of the semester when Leslie and I got trashed and proceeded to ride the ferris wheel and ice skate in the outdoor rink, both set up just for the Christmas season.
It's a bit counterintuitive, I suppose, because Spring is traditionally seen as the season of rebirth, and with reason. I love the Spring too, and it has its own happy memories. For me, though, fall has always represented a new beginning. It probably has something to do with the start of the school year, but it's something more than that as well. I think it's just a part of the magic involved with the changing of the seasons
I love the Fall. I love the leaves changing colors and falling from the trees. I love the cool, crisp nights and the warm, sunny days made mild by gentle breezes. I love that one moment when, for the first time since Spring, the cold bites into you as you walk outside. I love Halloween and football and the start of the holiday season. Better Than Ezra actually has a song about the Fall (see title above) that exactly describes my feelings about it.
I have so many happy memories of fall: memories of football games and homecoming dances and coming home just before my 16th birthday to see my new car in my driveway for the first time. The first thing that always comes to mind when I think of fall is eating french fries in the PHS stadium back in middle school when they were the best fries in the world. (When I was in high school they started selling a different type of fries that weren't nearly as good.) I also think of homecoming my junior year, when my friend Mike dubbed himself "Homecoming King," and we all attempted to swing dance. I remember the first time I got to sit in the Auburn student section for a football game, back when I was still in high school and had to be snuck in, and road trips to see Auburn soccer games my freshman year of college. Fall makes me think of hot dogs pilfered from the Auburn Alumni Tent and hunch punch at Halloween Socials long past. Of course, I can't forget about the many memories made during the Fall last year in Europe: the Halloween party at Shanna's in Germany, Beaujolais Nouveau, our fabulous Thanksgiving, hiking in Grenoble with Leslie, and the Christmas market in Strasbourg, where I saw snow for the first time of the season. There was also our amazing trip to Dijon, and the best and worst night of the semester when Leslie and I got trashed and proceeded to ride the ferris wheel and ice skate in the outdoor rink, both set up just for the Christmas season.
It's a bit counterintuitive, I suppose, because Spring is traditionally seen as the season of rebirth, and with reason. I love the Spring too, and it has its own happy memories. For me, though, fall has always represented a new beginning. It probably has something to do with the start of the school year, but it's something more than that as well. I think it's just a part of the magic involved with the changing of the seasons