Crisp November Air


I believe that my favorite season is the one that is unnamed – the one that is after fall but before winter. Its the one where the leaves have almost entirely fallen yet can still be seen on the ground above the grass which still is green. The air is cold enough to see clouds of smoke appear in front of you while you wait for the bus, but not enough to require a jacket. The sun also shines less, but when it does its brighter than in the summer because clouds are almost non-existent. Ah, the dualities of this season. Everything is falling, getting darker, and colder: and yet it is not. There is something about this that just makes me really excited and happy – perhaps it is because the best moments in my life have taken place during this time of year.