There’s a chill in the air that’s telling everyone that it’s over. The summer that wasn’t is really, truly over. My light-weight articles of clothing are being pushed aside for the longer sleeves and heavier pants. Today, I wore closed shoes for the first time in months.
The funny thing is, three days ago it was in the 90s and so humid that you couldn’t move without being coated in a layer of sweat. What a difference a day makes.
But along with jackets and scarves, the fall often also means a shift in reading material. For some people, the beach books are shelved in favor of longer, more complicated titles. Does that sound like you?
In preparation for the autumn season, I began reading Halloween: Magic, Mystery, and the Macabre. I wanted to get inspired for another Halloween story. I have one in the upcoming Wicked Things, by Ylva Publishing, and I’m hoping they will have another volume next year.
The shift in seasons is a natural one that we do every year. But the weather patterns have been so bizarre lately, that the shifts seem not natural at all. On more than one occasion this summer, the temperature dropped twenty degrees from one day to the next, then climbed back up those twenty degrees a couple of days later. How do you handle being in short-shorts, tanks, and flip-flops, cranking up the A/C, and burning under the blazing sun, and three days later, shivering on your walk to work, shutting all the windows to keep out the cool air, and eyeing the thermostat, wondering when it will be time to turn the heat on? This kind of transition is unnatural, and for most people, it’s uncomfortable. Our bodies are meant to handle such drastic changes. Even the trees and flowers seem utterly confused.
Still, I love autumn. It’s my favorite season. I love the colors of the leaves, the pumpkins and pumpkin foods, the crisp feel of the air, and the Halloween decoration sightings. I love switching from lemonade and iced tea to hot apple cider and hot buttered rum, from watermelon and strawberries to apples and pears, from yogurt parfaits to hot oatmeal with pecans for breakfast. I’m almost relieved when I can pack away the revealing summer clothes and pull out the more concealing long-sleeved shirts and sweaters. And there’s nothing like sleeping with the windows open as a cool night breeze wafts in to caress you while you sleep. (Okay, I think I’ve been sleeping alone a little too long.)
Anyway, let us know what’s on your autumn/winter reading list. Is it any different from your spring/summer-type reading in terms of seriousness or subject matter?
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I went out for lunch and it was very warm, which was nice. But as long as it’s cool in the morning and in the evenings, which it will be tonight, it really doesn’t matter what happens in between. Autumn is upon us.
Here are a couple of nice autumn songs. One is Van Morrison’s “Autumn Song.”
The other is “September Song” by Frank Sinatra (a moment of silence for the Chairman of the Board).