Fall is my favorite season because it is fleeting. Last week was brutally hot–one of summer’s last fevered gasps–and this week is much cooler: brisk in the mornings and downright chilly at night. These in-between days when you can still wear shorts and sandals but appreciate the extra layer of a sweatshirt are my favorite days, a bittersweet time when summer leisure is fading away with a fanfare of gold and orange.
These days are precious because they are fading: the light is waning and the days shrinking. I often say I’d be happy if every day could be fall, but this is impossible, a wish that defies the laws of physics. Fall by its very nature is a season in motion–a time of decay and decline–and every year I find myself wanting to slow down that progression, as if time could be moved.
Fall is my favorite season because I love the things associated with it: pumpkins and cider and a new crop of fresh-eyed freshmen. But fall is my favorite season, too, because it’s a tender and tenuous time. Fall isn’t a season in its youth or prime but a season slouching toward old age. Fall is my favorite season because I know what comes next. In the summer, we live for the moment, languidly wasting our days because it seems they will never end. In fall, we come to our senses, saving up sensations and basking in beauty like a squirrel hoarding acorns against lean times.
Robert Frost was no stranger to New England autumns, so I believe him when he insists that nothing gold can stay. In late September, I want to bottle the long-angling light like a jar full of lightning bugs, but I know there is no catching nor containing it.
Sep 25, 2015 at 9:04 am
“Fall isn’t a season in its youth or prime but a season slouching toward old age. Fall is my favorite season because I know what comes next.”
Oh, you sooooo have to read the A Song of Ice and Fire series. In George Martin’s fantasy pentalogy (soon to be six books), every great house has its “words” (i.e., its motto). The Stark family’s motto is “Winter is coming”—an acknowledgment of the impermanence of things, which is basically all the series describes: constant change.
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Sep 25, 2015 at 8:11 pm
BH, the world is chock a block with mindless rubbish like ” a song of ice and fire”
do you have to pollute this blog with your salesmanship and clichés jumping on lorianne’s literary quality writing like that !
her career involves a huge financial sacrifices and you have to want to shovel more money into george martin’s already replete coffers !
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