Weather, an enriching experience - H
As fall rolls around, and the daily temperature hovers around a balmy 68 degrees, I sniffle. I guess if I had to choose a favorite season, it would have to be autumn, but of the midwestern variety. I hear that autumn on the east coast is wonderful, but memories from my early childhood have faded, and I don't remember what those are like anymore.
On a superficial level, what I like are the rich colors that come out (in the clothing stores) and I also like pulling out my sweaters and heavy coats. I feel most comfortable in cold-weather clothes, and I just like the style. I quite like some of the pieces I've collected over time, but have no use for them here. Sniff, sniff.
On another level, I just like how the changing of seasons has mimicked the changes that have happened simultaneously in my life. For example, when the weather changes and the air is crisper, when the sunset casts its orange and golden rays on the horizon, when the leaves start changing colors, and the days are a little shorter, you know that it's time to go back to school. When the clouds roll in over your head and your breath appears like little clouds before your eyes, when the cold chills you to the bone and nips at your nose, when you look forward to sipping a warm cup of soothing hot cocoa (at the very least so you can warm your fingers as you hold the cup) as you browse the festive store fronts, you know that it's the holiday season. I like the feeling that when the seasons in my life are changing that Mother Nature is also, that it's the events in my life, my environment, and routines that are changing all together rather than just my mindset. It's somehow more powerful, more substantial, all-encompassing...I don't quite know how to describe it.
Weather can be pretty spectacular in the midwest, with dramatic lightning and thunderstorms, torrential downpours, and blizzardlike snowfall that blankets the city in white, your own winter wonderland. As harsh as the weather might be, it's interesting and awe-inspiring in a way that California weather is not. It's enriched my life to experience and endure it.
On a superficial level, what I like are the rich colors that come out (in the clothing stores) and I also like pulling out my sweaters and heavy coats. I feel most comfortable in cold-weather clothes, and I just like the style. I quite like some of the pieces I've collected over time, but have no use for them here. Sniff, sniff.
On another level, I just like how the changing of seasons has mimicked the changes that have happened simultaneously in my life. For example, when the weather changes and the air is crisper, when the sunset casts its orange and golden rays on the horizon, when the leaves start changing colors, and the days are a little shorter, you know that it's time to go back to school. When the clouds roll in over your head and your breath appears like little clouds before your eyes, when the cold chills you to the bone and nips at your nose, when you look forward to sipping a warm cup of soothing hot cocoa (at the very least so you can warm your fingers as you hold the cup) as you browse the festive store fronts, you know that it's the holiday season. I like the feeling that when the seasons in my life are changing that Mother Nature is also, that it's the events in my life, my environment, and routines that are changing all together rather than just my mindset. It's somehow more powerful, more substantial, all-encompassing...I don't quite know how to describe it.
Weather can be pretty spectacular in the midwest, with dramatic lightning and thunderstorms, torrential downpours, and blizzardlike snowfall that blankets the city in white, your own winter wonderland. As harsh as the weather might be, it's interesting and awe-inspiring in a way that California weather is not. It's enriched my life to experience and endure it.
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