Every autumn, I feel reborn.
That wonderful feeling sometimes happens in the middle of winter for me, and sometimes in spring… and almost never in summer. Makes me wonder why I’m living in LA!
Summers here wear me out with the heat and the dryness, and I turn lobster-red rather than tanning in the sun, so the beach holds no great allure for me. Beaches are nice and all, especially if you can wander just looking for bits of shells… but I like forests, prairies and mountains better.
A few days ago, a cool front moved through. The skies opened up and beautiful clear water fell in quantity for the first time in what feels like years rather than months. The previously sweltering dry air now has a chill, and a certain crisp moisture to it reminiscent of the smell of impending snow in the midwest. It was misting as I drove to work this morning.
Fall foods are wonderful. Baked apples stuffed with homemade granola, caramel and candy corn, pumpkin bread and hearty soups. Mmmm. Homemade apple pies and hot spiced cider, or mulled wine.
I wish I had a fireplace.