I found this on a friend's blog:
"Autumn is my absolute favorite season. The eye-feast of warm colors contrasting the crispness in the air; the elusive dry smell of dying greenery and burning leaves; the associations of harvest and homecoming.
Which is, naturally, why I live in a state that is utterly bereft of all of these things. God doesn't want to overload me with more ecstasy than I can handle, apparently."

So true. I can't think of a single thing I dislike about fall. The air is a little more crisp (if 90s can be crisp) and the sky is a deeper blue. This is enough to keep me from bemoaning the unchangingness of sub-tropic climate.


mattea k said...

hey trust me all of us northerners are jealous of your warm weather :) It flurried here this morning!

Andrew said...

It would absolutely be my favorite season if it weren't for school... so someday it probably will be.

It has been a particularly beautiful leaf year, but to tell you the truth, crisp 90° days don't sound so bad to me.