Ah, fall… it’s my favorite time of year! Soon the leaves will change color and the crisp-apple air will be tinged with wood smoke. Then come endless frozen days of darkness that batter your soul until it dies.
Whoa there! Hold up a minute, bucko. It’s still early – really early. In fact, it’s more late summer than truly fall. The September sun can get hot, and I mean HOT. Today I’ll wear a sleeveless, chiffon blouse. With sandals. It’s still OK to wear sandals; my end-of-summer pedicure is holding up pretty well.
The air was fresh and biting this morning – downright cold, actually. “Better put on a sweater.” I thought.
I know the “no white after Labor Day” rule has gone out the window, but how about white capris? I think that ship has sailed. Besides, I stopped spray tanning a couple of weeks ago and my legs have gone from Sun Kissed Nude to Cadaver. I’ll go with my new jeans. They’re cranberry colored but really lightweight cotton. I’m acknowledging the reality of September without giving in to it.
I can’t wait for the leaves to turn colors. Of course, that change reflects a temporary death for the trees. The dying leaves remind us that yet another year is winding down, and what do we have to show for it? Time inexorably marches on and death approaches ever quicker.
I LOVE fall. It’s my favorite season for sure. Hurrah!
For some reason I left the house this morning looking like a 3 year-old whose mommy let her dress herself. In the dark.
How are you coping with the change of seasons?