The weather has changed here in the last few days. It's chilly, the skies are grey, and it's been rainy. When I go outside I have to wear jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, though I haven't given in and put socks on yet.
I hate fall. And I don't understand why it's so often mentioned as a "favorite season" by so many people. Fans of fall like to rhapsodise about the "crisp" air, the joys of "sweater weather," and the beauty of multi-colored leaves. They carve pumpkins and watch football, apparently oblivious to the coming death and darkness of which their "favorite season" is a sign.
Why don't more people say spring is their favorite season?? In spring the trees blossom, flowers bloom, birds sing, and there is hope. Just think about that first spring day without a coat, or how it feels to drive down the road with the car windows rolled down and the radio on. What could be better than that?
I hate the fact that during fall I have to begin wearing so much clothing. I hate the fact that my finger joints ache, my skin is dry, my sinuses throb, the sky is dark, there are viruses in the air, I'll soon be another year older, and snow is a certainty.