Fall Lovers Anonymous
Hi, my name's Elizabeth, and I'm happy that fall is creeping it's way into New England.
I think I'm the only one, at least in my office, who thinks so. But I have to admit that I cannot join the masses mourning the end of summer 2005. Spring and summer may have inspired some, but it's the warm colors and crispening air of Indian summer and autumn that make me truly content with the world. Or, at least, with the natural beauty of it.
I don't think my love for this coming season has anything to do with my birthday being in September, although that certainly doesn't hurt it's reputation in my mind compared to its three competitors. It could have something to do with school, because, being the true geek I am, I actually didn't mind being in class.
I love waking up and having to pull the covers just a bit more closely up to my chin, but not be shiveringly cold. Get out of bed, throw on my SEH sweatshirt, amble downstairs to make some coffee and drink it out of my satisfyingly large authors mug. I love looking out the window as I go through my morning internet e-mail/news routine and watch the progress of fall colors as I wrap my hands around the warm mug and breathe in the quiet morning air, slighly nippy and beginning to have that fall smell of ripening vegetables, changing foliage and dew on the grass complimented by the aroma of my coffee.
I gladly let go of hot, muggy summer days and a season of slow news and welcome in autumn's reds, yellows, browns and oranges, sweater-wearing, baseball playoffs and pumpkin pie. Oh, and presents too, of course.
Getting a bit away from that subject, Tim is a fink for going to Prague (for a materials science conference) without me.
I think I'm the only one, at least in my office, who thinks so. But I have to admit that I cannot join the masses mourning the end of summer 2005. Spring and summer may have inspired some, but it's the warm colors and crispening air of Indian summer and autumn that make me truly content with the world. Or, at least, with the natural beauty of it.
I don't think my love for this coming season has anything to do with my birthday being in September, although that certainly doesn't hurt it's reputation in my mind compared to its three competitors. It could have something to do with school, because, being the true geek I am, I actually didn't mind being in class.
I love waking up and having to pull the covers just a bit more closely up to my chin, but not be shiveringly cold. Get out of bed, throw on my SEH sweatshirt, amble downstairs to make some coffee and drink it out of my satisfyingly large authors mug. I love looking out the window as I go through my morning internet e-mail/news routine and watch the progress of fall colors as I wrap my hands around the warm mug and breathe in the quiet morning air, slighly nippy and beginning to have that fall smell of ripening vegetables, changing foliage and dew on the grass complimented by the aroma of my coffee.
I gladly let go of hot, muggy summer days and a season of slow news and welcome in autumn's reds, yellows, browns and oranges, sweater-wearing, baseball playoffs and pumpkin pie. Oh, and presents too, of course.
Getting a bit away from that subject, Tim is a fink for going to Prague (for a materials science conference) without me.