Growing up in Southern California with a sunny, relaxed beach attitude and weather to match I never understood the magic of fall. I mean, I love me some SoCal, but the seasons are : day and night. The weather does not truly change that much. Summer to winter, spring to fall, there isn’t much rain or gloom, but there is a bunch of sunshine. I grew up about 20 minutes inland of Laguna Beach, and the temperatures don’t drop drastically, or raise drastically. So, imagine my complete surprise upon moving to Northern California and finding that fall is my jam. Like, literally.
I love fall. Who knew?
I love the crispness in the air. I love the moody weather. I love rainy days spent inside. I love apple picking and pumpkin patching. I love layers of clothes; scarves over sweaters, over flannels, and jeans with boots. I love the glow of a fireplace ( I wish our house had one, and I pray one day we do ). I love the feeling reading gives me in the fall, like all the written emotions are more vibrant and volatile in sync with the changing weather. I love warm cups of tea everyday, but ten times more in the fall; there is something amazing about a warm cup in a cold hand. I love the majesty of nature, and its ability to fill my eyes with wonder. I love the leaves changing colors, I mean that didn’t really happen much where I grew up.
I love it all.
All of fall.
Don’t get me wrong its not like it don’t enjoy other seasons, or love them for what there are or what they offer. But, something happens to me in the fall. My soul comes alive when the first raindrops hit the ground, my heart is awoken when the mornings turn a bit dreary, my brain comes alive with the chill in the air. I don’t know what this says about me, but I venture to guess that I am somehow connected with this season. I always feel more creative, inspired, and emotional when the weather is the same. Do I match my mood to the weather, or is the weather the reason these come alive? Either way, I love what fall does it me. I love the happiness it brings, the wonder I find in trees going bare to just to grow again, the joy I find in the start of this holiday season.
I mean, fall gets me. I get fall.
I am so blessed that I get to experience the magic of this season, that our family ended up moving to Northern California (against my admit voucher to never leave Southern California). I am very grateful for the life we have been given here, and for my love of this amazing season. It’s funny how life works out. All those things we think we didn’t, don’t, or won’t love, but end up falling for anyways.