Autumn is Coming, Hopefully
My friends can’t understand why I want the weather to change. As they pull on coats, I frolic about in a t-shirt claiming, ‘This is just like summer in San Francisco!’
Summer is great. Conceptually, it’s a time of freedom, a time for going to county fairs, swimming in lakes, and eating soft-serve ice cream. In practice though, especially in Massachusetts, I find that summer is great in spite of everything we think it to be. Small children vom on the tilt-a-whirl. Lakes are really weedy. Soft-serve ice cream leads to sticky hands and bee stings.
And it’s humid for much of the time.
Perhaps I’m being whiny – Washington DC is certainly fouler in the summer months – but when I think of September I think of fall. And when I think of fall, I think of the most perfect, comfortingly cold weather.
Here are my reasons:
- Practically speaking: I only brought three pairs of shorts with me to school this year. Laundry = money + time.
- Crunchy leaves, hot cider, apple-picking.
- Pumpkin flavored baked goods and beverages.
- Sweaters, even the really thick, striped old-man one that my mother dislikes.
- Scarves – it’s not like I learned to knit for nothing.
- One appreciates the sunlight more when it’s cold outside. The sky seems sharper and more blue.
- It’s much more fun to root for your school on Homecoming if one doesn’t have to worry about Eastern Equine Encephalitis/West Nile.
- Putting on the ‘booze jacket’ when leaving a pre-game.
None of these are solid reasons. They’re entirely subjective – some of you may not even like pumpkin-flavored goods.
Nonetheless, the weather is surely changing. I procrastinate by watching the squirrels scamper around the grassy quads in search of food. Today, I’m carrying around my faithful, should-be-’Cac-standard-issue North Face.
My Bean boots are waiting.