Tuesday, October 25, 2011


I know it is summer when all I want to do is get home from work, crack open a cold AZ Iced Tea and eat a fresh deli sandwich. I wake up wanting that sunshine to make patterns in between the leaves on the ground. The need to sit outside and to Belle and Sebastian while reading a crappy best seller consumes me. Then the months pass, the chill settles and there I am no longer longing for that cold deli sandwich (maybe a hot one), fall is happening. My make-up becomes earthier and smokier, my hair becomes a warmer darker shade and I want to get that last fresh s’more made before it gets too cold.
Long Island’s climate normally climaxes at 100 or so degrees and then plummets to chilly without a real in between. Fall sweatshirt weather is unfortunately short lived. I did however have my first fall craving the other day – a big mug of hot chocolate. It is the best part of it getting colder outside, in my opinion. Hot chocolate makes my heart happy. My husband hates hot chocolate. He hates a lot of things. It doesn’t take away my need for a mug at least three times a week.
The best part of fall for me is driving home from work. Belle and Sebastian turns into The Smiths (yes I have seasonal musical preferences) and the volume is always loud. Not only do the colors of fall surround me, but seeing the kids outside and playing is the best. At abut 5:30pm it starts to get dusky, not dark yet. When you were a kid this was the best time of year and the best time of day. It was right before dinner and you were still allowed to be outside with your friends. It was awesome watching everything become a shade of blue gray as you rode your bike down the block until you heard you Mom call you name for dinner. To me, this pre daylight savings dusk is the most magical time of day. I was never a lover of fall. My asthmatic self always found it the hardest to breathe this time of year. Plus cold is not my friend. I am one of those freaks that can stand outside in 100 degree weather and be comfortable. But these seasons have grown on me.
I have learned to find joy and comfort in every season (see my seasonal musical preferences). This weekend I will go up to Salem with my husband for the second Halloween in a row. It is amazing and a tradition we plan on sticking with for ourselves and our future family. Salem at Halloween is all fun and I am all for that. This time of year is magic in my eyes, the world slowly dies to be reborn again in spring (my FAVORITE time of year is spring).
The cycle of life is mirrored in our seasons.

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