Fall. Autumn. Whatever it’s called, it’s my favorite time of year. Growing up in Arizona, we didn’t have much of a fall season. In fact, I think Arizona has only two seasons that don’t necessarily correspond with the traditional winter, spring, summer, fall. (Side note: how do you not sing James Taylor right there?) In Phoenix it’s simply hot and hotter so when I moved to the Midwest, this seasonal thing was a bit of an adjustment. Seasons? Winter?? What the hell? I was never dressed correctly; either too hot or too cold. Never had my umbrella at the right time, or the correct footwear. To my chagrin, I started paying attention to the weather report daily, something I hadn’t done in all my 22 years. But I adjusted. Eventually. Now I look forward to Indian Summers, the tree outside my living room window turning a gorgeous shade of yellow and college football tailgates wearing something other than shorts and a tank top (though daytime football is still very strange to me.)
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