crooked_halo asked me what my favorite season was! When I was growing up in Maine, or going to graduate school in Minnesota, it was always spring, but now living in Japan it's fall, for pretty much the same reason--it's the point when unbearable weather breaks and you don't quail at the idea of leaving the house again. In the Northern US, spring is when your gut stops clenching up when you walk outdoors, things start to smell nice again, and everything starts to come to life once more. But here in central Japan, winters are pretty mild and summers are the agonizing season, where you step out of the house and are immediately drenched in disgusting sweat, where the air seems to cling to you like soup and the sun is your vicious enemy. Fall is when air starts to feel like air again as opposed to swimming through blood; things become crisp and clean and pleasant again and it's such a relief. I enjoy every day of it!