There are a lot of things to like about the internet, easy access to information, voyeuristic peaks into other people's lives, creative recipes that involve bacon, but one of the things I don't like is the inevitable march towards homogeneity. Even though we have a platform that lets us learn about all different kinds of ways of being, it seems like our impulse is to ultimately converge on pre-vetted opinions.
For example, now that it's fall and the leaves have been changing colors and the weather has been cooling down, it seems like every one and their brother has been gushing on and on about how much they love fall. How they just luuurve pumpkin spice everything. How they're so glad those sweltering days of summer are over.
You know what? I hate fall. I hate it because it represents the longest point of time away from summer. Summer is when it's warm, the garden is growing, the woods are teeming with life; there's sunshine and cool drinks; there's shade to read a book while you listen to the wind in the trees. There's summer vacation, which still makes me happy even if I'm an adult and don't get to enjoy those long months idling between the TV and the sprinkler, bored but not unhappy about it.
Ugh, I just get so depressed this time of year knowing how long it is I'll have to wait for summer again.
Spring is a close second for me, but there are those long cold March and April months to get through while the weather intermittently teases you with bright warm days. Winter is pretty awful but at least by Christmas you know that you've already made it half-way there to the warmer months again.
I grew up in Maryland and our summer's there are hot and humid. I love it. I love feeling the air pressing in on you from all sides. I like a good sweat. I like my skin to feel hot to the touch. To feel wrapped up in warmth so thick it's like a hot bath. I count the years of my life in terms of summers.
Maybe I should move somewhere hotter. I used to live in New Orleans and it's warmer for much longer during the year, but I'll say this, when you don't have much in the way of seasons, it's harder to appreciate the conditions you do have. I guess I make do with Fall and Winter because the cold months make the warmer ones that much better.
Anyway, just venturing yet another unpopular opinion. Fall is the worst season of them all, and I suppose I'll never stop being a child at heart, looking ahead to the next glorious summer.
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