A Love Letter to Fall
I’m told the pacific northwest has it’s own kind of fall. Everywhere has the colorful leaves, the pumpkin spice lattes, and pumpkin patches. But there’s something in particular about this little corner of the world that brings so much joy to my heart.
Especially after a particularly warm summer, the coming of rain and thunder is a blessing. I keep opening my window at night to listen to the rain. Last night it was dumping and I had to resist my urge to text my friends “listen to the rain!!!!”.
And thunder — oh this fall has already been good for thunder. Every time that wonderful rumble interrupts classes, most everyone grins and looks at the ceiling.
On Wednesday, the first truly chilly day arrived. Pleased as punch, I pulled on a third layer and practically skipped on my way to buy spiced chai tea — my fall drink of choice.
The leaves are turning a little slower this year, but a few have turned fiery red, standing out even more against the green.
My roommates and I are making plans for Halloween, and each weekend brings more pictures of friends at the pumpkin patch. Fall is a blessed time up here. Even the rain and biting cold makes people happy.
It’s hard to put into words exactly how fall makes me feel. It’s my favorite season, but it’s more than that. The cold isn’t oppressive. Heat pushes down, makes everything slow and sweaty and hard to breathe. The cold may bite, but it fills my lungs and makes we want to be outside. It’s the only time it’s comfortable to be outside, the only time the world is more than green and brown. The promise of holidays to come makes my default state hopeful. There’s always Halloween, there’s always Thanksgiving, there’s always Christmas.
There’s always chilly evening walks, and crunching leaves, and holding hot drinks on cold mornings. Fall is the start of celebrations, and the start of fun, varied weather.