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As you may or may not be aware, I am, according to Steve, “quite the penman of autumn.”  A couple weeks ago, I gushed about how incredible fall is.  As a result, many of you know that I’m obsessed with the season.  Victoria showed me this little blurb by a guy named Colin Nissan called “It’s Decorative Gourd Season, Mother Fuckers.“  It’s about fall.  It’s written quite eloquently, though it happens to be incredibly vulgar.  Buuuut it’s actually one of the funniest things I’ve read in a while, so check it out.

Side note on fall: Victoria finds these beautiful, deep red-orange leaves around campus and uses a silver or gold sharpie to write little messages (i.e. you are loved, you are beautiful, etc.) on them.  She left a couple on the tables in Espresso Royale a few weeks ago, and when we went back on Sunday, we saw they were sitting next to the “decorative gourds” on the counters, displayed for all the world to see.  I took some pictures of them, so I should actually put them up.

A photo of the leaves I found by my building.

Another summer has come to a close, another autumn has crept slowly, colorfully, into the leaves that were once the greenest of greens.  The changing seasons remind me of the transience of life, and how quickly it is passing me by.  2o summers, and 20 autumns.  20 years of life.

There is something so inherently beautiful about autumn that makes it nearly impossible to describe with words.  I find myself fumbling for those words now.  The deep blue skies and crisp, cool air provide a sense of relief and freshness from the hazy, humid oppression of summer.  The vividly colored leaves are strewn about the pavement, awaiting their fate: raked or crunched.  Pumpkin pie, pumpkin spice lattes, and pumpkin bread: the pumpkin basks in its rich, orange glory.  Apples are plucked off trees and placed in pies, or perhaps apple cider.  Halloween, an entire evening where it’s okay to be someone you’re not.  Thanksgiving, a time to spend with friends and family, a time to give thanks for all of the things we have been blessed with throughout our lives.  What’s not to love about this season?

In case you couldn’t tell from these ramblings, autumn is my favorite.  I cherish this period of moderation, these few months thrown in between two extremes; it’s not the overbearing heat of summer, nor is it the brutal chill of winter.  I live for this crisp autumn air and these days spent sitting in the sunshine.  If you are looking for me, you need only look up; I am almost always sitting in the chair by the window of our common room, soaking up the sun and taking in the beautiful sky and trees.

I remember learning about the seasons as they are symbolized in literature.  Typically, spring represents new life and birth, summer represents a time of vivacious energy and youth, fall represents our middle-aged years and the start of the descent into old age, and winter represents old age and eventually death.  It’s interesting, then, that I find myself identifying most with autumn, since it would seem to be the beginning of a decline.  Perhaps autumn will be the time of my “golden years,” physically represented by the colorful orange and golden leaves I am so fond of.  I guess in some ways, autumn does represent the beginning of an inevitable descent, which is why, perhaps, so many people live and long for the days of summer, for the days of youth.  Just some food for thought.

Unfortunately, I spent too much time soaking up the sun today…and have to work on some Spanish homework.  Buenas noches!