The Impending Fall
"The Impending Fall" would be a pretty cool band name, but that's not how I meant it. The impending fall as I was originally intended is the time of the year that is soon approaching, and my favorite season. It was officially here as of September 22, but I like to associate autumn with the weather and its cool climate. Unfortunately, however, the weather I love isn't exactly here yet so I'll just label this time as post-summer, and not quite fall. There's an aura of melancholy in the fall, and it somehow provokes a strange sense of self-relfection in me--moreso than I already typically do. And Lord knows how I love melancholic reflection.
The trees and days begin to wither. The colors turn from vivid to subtle and the change represents a kind of crippling, fleeting beauty. There's a peace in the staleness of the dead air that's relaxing and comforting. You can listen to somber music and it's perfectly acceptable to feel a little sorry for yourself; it's the season, you can say.
The fall brings out a stark contrast between it and the summer, and I dislike the summer quite a bit. I mean I enjoy the longer days and the lack of expected responsibilty. I like jumping into a pool and staying there until I turn into a raisin, but I just hate being hot in general. I'd much rather wear some jeans, a sweater and a coat, and enjoy the kind of comfort you can't feel by merely taking clothes off in the summer. You can only take off so many items of clothing before you're naked and still unpleasant. But in the fall--and winter as well--when you're cold you put on a beanie and a jacket and your body is at ease.
It's soothing to be warm and content, which is why I'm waiting for the day I can wallow in my melancholic self-reflection outside in a big, comfy jacket.
The trees and days begin to wither. The colors turn from vivid to subtle and the change represents a kind of crippling, fleeting beauty. There's a peace in the staleness of the dead air that's relaxing and comforting. You can listen to somber music and it's perfectly acceptable to feel a little sorry for yourself; it's the season, you can say.
The fall brings out a stark contrast between it and the summer, and I dislike the summer quite a bit. I mean I enjoy the longer days and the lack of expected responsibilty. I like jumping into a pool and staying there until I turn into a raisin, but I just hate being hot in general. I'd much rather wear some jeans, a sweater and a coat, and enjoy the kind of comfort you can't feel by merely taking clothes off in the summer. You can only take off so many items of clothing before you're naked and still unpleasant. But in the fall--and winter as well--when you're cold you put on a beanie and a jacket and your body is at ease.
It's soothing to be warm and content, which is why I'm waiting for the day I can wallow in my melancholic self-reflection outside in a big, comfy jacket.
posted by Ryan at 11:25 AM
2 Comments:
"It satiates the coldness far more efficiently than coolness does to overall hotness, at least in my opinion."
You're damn right that's your opinion. I don't even know what that sentence means! But other than that, I agree with you, except that I totally disagree because winter is everything you said, only better. Autumn is the poor man's winter. But, of course, "The Impending Winter" doesn't sound nearly as cool, and would be a few months early.
Dntmrtqc!
You poor sofab. Winter is okay, but just like I don't like it super hot, I don't like it super cold either. And winter is the epitome of super coldness. Fall is the happy medium and the cool state of transition.
But you're right, that sentence doesn't make sense. I wrote it while rushing to get to work, so I apologize. I'll rework it but you're still a sofab.
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