Autumn

This is my 150th blog post in this website (some which went unpublished due to reasons unknown). In this sesquicentennial entry I decided to write a post about Autumn.

Autumn is such a nice word, and I say that maybe because I like how the two consonants m & n go together at the end. I would have named my first kid that. But my fancy for Autumn goes beyond nominal, as such would hardly give it justice.

The crisp, cool air, layered clothing, late sunrises and early sunsets all contribute to a mood of slowing down. Nature exhibits entropy by the way falling leaves arrange themselves on the ground. People sit outside coffee shops drinking tea or cocoa in an attempt to keep them warm from the moderately cold air.

The sad thing however, is that autumn is hardly taken on its own. It's always seen as transitional, the season between summer and winter. It is like a middle child. It is then that leaves decide to commit harakiri so they don't die during the extreme cold. It's when people do fur coat shopping and stock up on food. It's when squirrels pack their belongings and begin to burrow on the ground. Nobody enjoys Autumn as Autumn. Everyone's anticipating Winter.

I'm not sure how Autumn herself feels about this.