Okay, okay. I'll admit: Fall isn't all bad. There's something charming about the changing colors and warm, sugar-cookie scented candles that everyone suddenly loves to light this time of year. However, I'm not about this cold air. Or the dead trees. Or the short days. Or the inevitability of winter just around the corner. To be frank, I'm not a Fall person. And PSL's aren't even that good.
Don't get your Ugg boots and North Face jackets in a bunch. I just hate the cold. I love being able to go outside with minimal clothing as the sun warms and darkens my skin. That's my thing. Bundling up and feeling perpetually miserable is not. I love chunky knit scarves as much as the next person, but I don't like the fact that I have to wear them to avoid developing pneumonia or bronchitis.
October is that magical time of year where everyone busts out their best over-used skeleton memes and refers to the entire month as Halloween. I love horror movies and I love when things get real spoopy, so this isn't a problem (although the stale memes have got to go). The problem is the sincere lack of originality that carries this season to term. Every year, Fall is the same. Pretty leaves. Football. Everyone pretending they don't mind the plummeting temperatures and decaying earth matter. Trick-or-treating, and pretending you're not freezing without an over-sized coat covering your costume. Sure, the parties are fun, and bonfires are an option for a month at most before even your car starts getting covered in frost every morning.
Listen. Fall is cold. And I'm not here for that.
I'm here for long, hot days and warm, clear nights in the summer. I'm here for the sweat and tan lines and soft, natural make-up looks. I want the sun beating down on a heated pool as my face gets too dark to match my foundation shade. I want the children biking in the nice weather, the dogs and their owners passing by on a walk, the college students celebrating time at home with old friends. What I don't want is for these things to disappear into cold wind and seasonal depression, causing me to forget the happiness that my favorite time of year always brings me.
Living in the Midwest, you experience every season full-force. Which is cool, if you like the heat as well as the cold. However, everyone has their preferences, and during a time of year where everyone is in fully Autumn ready, I'm here waiting for the sun to warm the air (and my cold, cold heart).
I'll miss you, Summer. I'll miss you, heat. I'll miss you, ridiculously long lines at the car wash.
I'll miss you so much.
Until next year.
