Monday, September 22, 2008

And It Begins...

It happened with spring, too: I didn't realize it had sprung until I looked at the Google homepage. The seasons just sneak up on me.

People who know me know I am not a fan of fall. It's the ever-darkening lead up to winter, of which I am even less a fan. And in some sense, it's worse than winter: in winter, at least the days are slowly lengthening again, a long wait before the rebirth you know is coming. Fall is death itself.

...Too much?


supermanz said...

I love fall, it's something about the crispness in the air and the vibrancy of colors (and the pumpkin pie). It's the perfect season for running too, and self reflection (the two go hand-in-hand quite nicely I might add).

Waaay too much dear friend :)

The Outsider said...

Fall is my favorite season. Cool, windy, crisp in California. Pumpkin patches on the Puget Sound. Golden aspens in Colorado. A million changing leaves in Delaware and Maryland. And cool enough to sit outside in the evenings in Louisiana. Yes. I am ready.