The Sound Of Green, Fading

Fall is coming. That fact is very apparent now. And I love the fall.

But winter, not so much. In fact, three years of living in Arizona taught me that I would not miss snow if I never saw it again. I like warm, and I need sun. Months of grey skies slowly erode my moods until about January I am ready to climb on a plane to "Anywhere Sunny".

Still, fall, for all it's bad promises of coming gloom, is a favorite time for me. Something about the slight chill in the air and the crunch of leaves and the wearing of jeans and the knowledge that this time of transition won't last for long makes it special. I feel more alive in the fall. It's almost as if I suck up all the dying green and use it for myself.