Forget Spring, Apparently It’s All About the Fall

One thing I never understood, well, admittedly there are a lot of things I never understood, but what I really want to talk about right now is: who said spring is when romance blooms a plenty? Let’s examine this. Spring is when everything starts warming up again. The sun begins to flirt with us. The birds return happy and full of annoying song. Rabbits reappear, hornier then thou. Blue skies cover our heads. Grass shoots up faster then the average libido. Temperatures rise. Clothes become fewer. Everyone feels like taking it off and tying one on. In my opinion Spring is actually the whore of the seasons. Some would argue that Summer is the reigning Heidi Montag of the calendar, but I beg to differ. Summer is when you have the coveted “summer fling”, which on closer inspection can sometimes be a meaningful, if not geographically induced, relationship. Summer is when you want someone reliable to go to parties with, to beaches with, and to the occasional summer blockbuster with. So you probably won’t be pen pals or stay in touch while in your separate states; but hey, it was summer loving. Oh, Danny and Sandy. How you set such false expectations. So summer is clearly not the role model, but it is certainly not the slutty older sibling you try not to become. Winter is hard to be accused of anything but snowy and cold. Yes it is nice to layer up and look like an Eddie Bauer or Gap ad, but who wants to go through the hassles of trying to impress someone new when any skin exposed to the weather is suspect of becoming more flakey then John Mayer after a “stage break”. So that leaves us with Fall; the quiet, underestimated, often overlooked season. Sure there are pumpkins, skimpy outfits, candy and good food to be had by all; but there is also the hope of falling into something good. Maybe even something so great and amazing that it could keep you warmer then that Venti Peppermint Mocha(extra whip) from Starbucks all winter long. Fall gives you the chance to cover up just enough to look proper, and yet still show off enough shape to turn a head or two. Good, deep colors accompanied with good, deep conversations. Cool, gentle breezes that make you want to snuggle up with someone who is cool and gentle. Leafs being brave and letting go of what they were holding on to so tight, and finally letting go and just going with it all.
Maybe we could all learn a lesson.
It is time to let go of whatever was holding us back, or from whatever we are holding on to. Maybe we should release it, give the next thing a chance and just let ourselves get carried away. Even if we don’t know what the next thing is, we should give it up; at least then our knuckles can go back to normal color and we can breathe deep again. There is so much to be said for falling into something new, something unknown. Maybe even something that is scary and foreign. Because that is what it feels like; falling, it can be both tempting and treacherous. There is possibility; big, wild absurd amounts of possibility. Things so good and so pleasing, that you forget to care if you wake up before the sun does. Things so wonderful and inspiring, that you pay no attention when you start seeing your own breath in the air. Things so careful and so delicate, that the thoughts of them keep you warm and comfortable all day long. So, we can continue to hold on and tremble in the wind like the stubborn leaf that won’t let go, or we can give in to whatever comes next and open up to the idea of falling into something great. It’s that simple, and that hard. I hope you chose to face whatever is next with an easy spirit and a hopeful smile.
Plus there are always Venti Peppermint Mochas to help you survive and get through it all.