I’ve never been a fan of summer. It’s weird, I know. Most people love it—lazy days on the beach, picnics, swimming, flip flops, oppressive (oops, there I go editorializing again) heat. But none of that is really my thing. When someone says summer I hear “sweating, bug bites, sunburns.” Blech.
But, fall is a different story. Fall is magical. There’s a great line in the movie You’ve Got Mail where Tom Hanks says (types, actually) “Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly-sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.” Isn’t that lovely?
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I love you, fall. I love your rich colors and your apple cider and your pumpkin-y, cinnamon-y baked goods. I love your school supplies and your cool, crisp air and everything about you. Well, except that you’re too short. But we can’t all be perfect.
