(micropost copied from Google Plus)
A week ago, it was summer. Then we had an extended rainstorm that spanned two days. It came alongside colds! A leaky roof! Jeans! Limos at the high school student’s house across the street!
Today, it is clear and beautiful and warm. I’m back in shorts. But it’s autumn. I don’t know how I can tell. I’ve always loved autumn. It’s an energetic season for me. The air feels different, and the colors seem to paint themselves even before the red and gold leaves arrive. Everything seems full of promise.
Maybe it’s just 15 years of attending school is to blame, reversing the role of spring and autumn in my yearly cycle. I like spring, too– but spring is for green growth. Autumn is for sparks, and kindling the fires that will last all winter.
