I don’t like Fall. You can call it Autumn. Whatever you want to call it…I don’t care. I don’t like it. It’s cold and dreary and a precursor to the season I hate: Winter. Fall is a melancholy time for me. It’s a time of dying. The trees are losing their leaves and looking dead. I know it is all a part of the circle of life, but it looks so sad. It makes me feel sad. I hate the chill in the air. I hate having to blow dry my hair because it is too cold to let it air dry. I hate the fact that I need moisturizer in the Fall and Winter months. I hate that I never feel warm.
I wish I was a bear sometimes. Then I could hibernate. I could pretend Fall and Winter don’t exist. I bet that is why they hibernate. They hate Fall and Winter, too. It’s easier to sleep through it than to deal with it. But then that poses a problem for me. First, I am not a bear. Second, I have bills to pay. Third, I am an insomniac. Sleeping through these months would be difficult.
I guess I will have to try to find beauty in it. It’s hard for me, though. I do love the brief color of the leaves. Before they fall off the trees and they look dead. I do love soup. But lately I haven’t had time to make any. Ahhh….Fall has really made me negative today.