Why Fall is My Season

Fall is golden and crisp. The weather shifts from chilly to sublimely warm and back to cold. The nights are cool. The mornings are foggy. The city is still clean before winter’s soggy blanket covers the streets. People’s cheeks are pink and their eyes smile with the remembrance of summer on their backs. Scarves and gloves come out of the stashed storage spots. I am comfortable inside on the couch looking out and I love being outside looking in. The splash of colors everyone talks about is a slow evolution that I watch on my walk to work. Spiders spin their webs across anything that is static for more than a few minutes. Fall is my season.