FALL OR AUTUMN

This first day of the autumnal equinox used to be one of the saddest days of the year for me.  I mean it.  Summer, the season I lived for, is over and far away from returning.

But no more.  My Summer has transformed into my Winters of old.  Stay inside or when you go outside, just be ready. Don't tarry.  And return to a safe haven.

Fall used to be a pretty good season in SoIL.  Some beauty, some pumpkins, some football, a great time for golf.  But daylight was disappearing.  It was getting too cold for just a sweatshirt and I had to put on long pants.  Plus, I knew what was coming.

Winter and darkness.  Cold and colder.  Never get warm even standing over a big heat register in the middle of my grandmother's small house.  Colds, interminable.  Snow and ice and slush and sleet.  The sun at weird, blinding angles.

Reverse.  Summer is over, hooray.  Fewer 100 plus degree days.  Not having to arise at 4:30 to get my 3-mile walk in before the heat.  Being able to wear a light (stress light) jacket or sleeveless sweater.  Of course, still with shorts though I will be forced to trade flip flops for tennies and socks.  Great golf weather although higher prices will force a cutback in the number of rounds per week.

No daylight savings time for us, so I'm more in schedule with our son and daughter--only 1 hour difference now.

And, yes, I'm looking forward to Winter, too.  Along with Spring.  But not Summer.  It's gone as far away in my likes as a junior high girlfriend.