I can't remember the last time I was this excited for autumn. I don't know if it's because this summer was just absolutely dreadful or what, but I am honestly reveling in every heat-free moment.
But no matter how hot summer gets, at least it's not spring.
Call me crazy (or a heathen), but I absolutely hate spring. Hate it, hate it, hate it. I hate that it starts warming up, I hate that weeds start returning from H-E-double hockey sticks, I hate that everyone associates it with romance.
But most of all, I get terrible hay fever during the spring. TERRIBLE. My nose gets super runny/stuffed up, and I use so many tissues that it ends up hurting my poor nose. My eyes are either super dry or tearing up. My ears get plugged and feel sticky and wet, especially in the morning.
Death. Spring is death.
Summer is little better. I feel fine, but I absolutely despise anything warmer than, say, seventy-five degrees. Mind you, I live in Utah--summer gets distinctly hotter than that. I hate the heat. It's uncomfortable, it's stupid, it's pointless, it's inconvenient. And when the wind shows up, it's at the worst times, like when it's cloudy or sprinkling lightly--which are times when we're cooling down enough as it is and don't need wind.
I hate summer.
And I don't understand people who consider summer a romantic time of the year either--you're too sweaty and uncomfortable and bitter.
Autumn and winter, on the other hand, are glorious times of the year. Like, there's real air to breathe. It's not saturated with pollen or devil's breath. And everything just looks so beautiful, and everything has that feel about it--like everything is taking a turn for the better.
And as for the romance, I've always found winter far more romantic because you have to really seek for warmth.
You're welcome.
I don't know if you've realized it, but October has a certain smell in the air. Like, it's something that I smell and think "October," not just autumn. I thought I was just insane until last week, when I stepped out of the car and said, "It smells like October out here!" and my sister agreed with me almost immediately.
And winter is just a wonderful season. The only downsides are: 1) I already hate having my hair wet, but a freezing December morning makes that even worse, 2) I have a persistent cough that nearly kills me (I didn't realize it happened every year until my parents pointed it out), and 3) my bedroom seems to have issues with heating properly. It's nothing serious, but it's very apparent that I have the coldest room in the house.
Other than that, though, winter is a marvelous--and very underappreciated--time of year.
Anyway. That's my spiel on seasons.
"So count your blessings every day. It makes the monsters go away. And everything will be okay.
"You are not alone. You are right at home. Goodnight."
