Around this time of year it becomes what everyone calls Autumn. Or, Fall. Or, Football, if you’re like most everyone in the States. It’s around now that I keep seeing everyone start to suddenly worship nature, as if they’ve just walked out of a shelter that they spend the rest of the year huddled-up in.
I understand appreciating life and your surroundings, but there seems to be some sort of glorification of life present in everyone that I just don’t see on other times of year. Everyone becomes a preacher about how beautiful it is outside, how the leaves on the trees are colored, how they are going to start taking walks (but don’t). I don’t really see the reason for this. Fall’s a decent time of year, but I’ve never seen the heavens dispense []What gets people so excited?
Well that'll do it.
As for me, I've never really enjoyed the season. Maybe it’s because I have lingering anxiety with going back to school from my childhood. I don’t dislike it, but I’ve never hopped on the bandwagon.
You probably think I just have bad memories. It's different than that. [] I see fall more as a transition season, a passing to my favorite season: Winter.
Why Winter? Well, no one seems to like it, so I may as well be its only friend. Winter is a cold, unforgiving, and desolate thing. But it’s also the most [], compassionate, and [] [] in this world.