Fall is My Sin
Fall is all I need. These other seasons just fall short.
Winter.The Dead Season. Or to be more correct: The Season of the Dying.Cough, sneeze, snort, hack, wheeze. The whole community is riddled with a plague! The eclectic symphony of sickness might be interesting to a music major, intriguing to one with an ear for the varying tones of coughs and the variety of pitches a sneeze can have, but to a hypochondriac like myself it means nothing but panic attacks.
There’s a reason animals hibernate during the winter. I only wish I could join them.
Spring.The Season of Life! The Season of Love! The Season of…Allergies.Ah~ spring. Where seeds that have been waiting oh so patiently in the soil sense its fertility and, opting to be just as fertile, burst out of the ground to reproduce by dispersing toxins into the air like a rampant cult. It takes only a day and suddenly the populous is wrakced with raging histamines! Sinuses swell like balloons, gifting headaches and misery as they do so; the nose is turned into a leaky faucet, mucus continually drip-dripping out; and eyes are unable to serve their rightful purpose, the itching rendering them bloodshot and nearly blind as a constant layer of tears makes you see the world like a fish. The sight of the world in bloom might be gorgeous, but I’ll never know.
Spring is nature’s irony. And the joke’s on me.
Summer.The Season of Hell on Earth.Living in Florida, summer has to be the most miserable of all the seasons as the temperature and humidity increase exponentially. God and A/C become interchangeable, and comfortable life becomes restricted to the indoors with a few sparse trips to the beach or pool. But then hurricane season starts, and life truly
is limited to the indoors. Only now there’s not even any sun, the very characteristic of summer! Eventually the storm passes, but as it does so it steals our electricity and leaves a heat wave as its calling card. Without the god of summer, life is unbearable at best. You try to cool off by stripping down, but being naked isn’t good enough. Your own skin feels like wool, and for a week to three, every movement has you dripping in sweat.
Summer is an eternal sauna. And while it’s great for my pores, the rest of me wants to
DIE.
Fall.My Season.Finally! Fall, the season where the hectic world winds down. Winter has chaotic Christmas shopping, spring has its cleaning, summer, its parties…but fall? Fall tones things down from a dull roar to a soft purr, life is finally slowing down and for once I can just…
Breathe~And the crisp, chill air that fills my lungs stings just enough to revitalize the nerves in my body. When a breeze passes through and tickles the branches and leaves of trees the sound is so
distinct and
therapeutic it steals away the stress wracking my body. And while there is no changing of the leaves where I am, everything around me glows with this inexplicable
vibrancy. A cloudless sky in fall still holds the brightest blue, and the full moon on an autumn night shines brighter than during any other season. And the myriad of smells from barbeques wafting on the clean air is pungent enough to make you dizzy with hunger. And speaking of hunger, fall awakens my sense of taste the most. Out of all the seasons, fall has the
best food and, as the saying goes: a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. It’s no wonder I love fall so much:
Fall is my sin.Halloween gives me an excuse to be extra immature, to dress up in ridiculous outfits and prance about the streets as the child I never quite was. I get to abuse my pancreas by downing fistfuls of candy, eagerly bartering Milky Ways for jawbreakers. One short night satisfies my gluttony but yet, less than a month later during Thanksgiving, I’m doing it again; devouring valleys of succulent turkey and mountains of mashed potatoes until I’m read to burst…but not until I have a slice of pumpkin pie…or three.
Fall is also my virtue.Occasionally my treasure trove of glucose is given away to a kid who’s getting dragged off to bed before he can finish more than a block. And sometimes I don’t have any candy at all, opting out of roaming the streets to spend the night indoors, singing along to old Disney movies with a few friends and their diabetic siblings.
But no matter what I do, sin or virtue, there are always smiles and laughs to be had.
Fall is my season. Just how
couldn’t it be?!
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