The air is getting cooler.
I like to stick my arm out the window as I drive to work and feel the cool air blow across my forearm and occasionally scoop into my sleeve and billow-out my shirt. It feels like swimming.
Fall is slowly coming, and that is a good thing as far as I am concerned. I don’t like the heat. I did when I was a kid in Southern California. I used to love getting into a burning hot car and sitting there with the windows up for a minute. That feeling is gone. Maybe two years in Venezuela as a missionary cured me. 115 degrees, 90% humidity, and the sun hovering inches above your head can have that effect. My skin wasn’t designed to be in the sun either. I am probably only fit to live in Ireland or Seattle.
I like the crisp breezes of fall, the changing leaves, the transitory nature of it. I like wearing a coat and evenings that justify the drinking of hot chocolate.
Fall is a pleasant portent. A cozy-making messenger warning that the end is near. I think Duane summed it up well. He said something along the lines of, “Fall is Nature’s way of reminding you to hurry up and create something.”