Fall is when things turn
Fall is my time of year. Winter is OK, spring is springy, and summer is for me just a period of too much heat and too many people that is endured rather than particularly enjoyed.
Fall is when things turn: the air turns crisp, the landscape turns from tired brown-greens to reds and yellows, and the sun turns lower to the horizon, giving the light a quality that it entirely lacks during the hard, bright summer. Not to mention that the crowds re-turn to work and school and rates turn lower at the places I like to which I go.
I like to think there's some macro-micro correspondence in the fact that sunset is the best time of day and fall is the best time of year, but I doubt that thought will stand much close scrutiny, or... maybe it will:
- is the effing-hot middle of the afternoon the favorite part of the day for you summer lovers and sun addicts?
- are you spring flower fans also morning people who actually see the sunrise even if you don't have to? (note: I do like the sunrise, it's just something that I rarely ever actually see).
Fall is when things turn: the air turns crisp, the landscape turns from tired brown-greens to reds and yellows, and the sun turns lower to the horizon, giving the light a quality that it entirely lacks during the hard, bright summer. Not to mention that the crowds re-turn to work and school and rates turn lower at the places I like to which I go.
I like to think there's some macro-micro correspondence in the fact that sunset is the best time of day and fall is the best time of year, but I doubt that thought will stand much close scrutiny, or... maybe it will:
- is the effing-hot middle of the afternoon the favorite part of the day for you summer lovers and sun addicts?
- are you spring flower fans also morning people who actually see the sunrise even if you don't have to? (note: I do like the sunrise, it's just something that I rarely ever actually see).