ok i’m on the train *to* work this time and i’m feeling a bit more inspired to write. it’s amazing how a little change of pace, and some relaxation time can juice the brain into action. this is another one of those topics that i’ve wanted to write about for a while. when i say personal seasons, that has a lot of connotations to me, and this whole idea rose out of a great conversation i had with my mom. i was thinking about how i used to hear that people were most like a particular season, and that influenced the clothes and colors they liked. like if you’re a ‘summer’, you like lots of bright colors, yellows etc, and ‘winters’ liked cold greens & blues. then after thinking about that for a while, it dawned on me that if it’s true, then that must be a much bigger reflection on your personality than just influencing your color preferences. does this mean that if you’re a ‘winter’ that you’re more cynical? harsher? does a ‘spring’ always have hope, looking forward to what’s coming up? or do people go through cycles in their own lives, like the cycle of the seasons, do people who are in mourning or sadness or depression in a winter mood, cold and dark, but with the possibility of a spring (however far away that may be) looming somewhere in the (possibly distant) future? after some of these ideas floating through my head i started to think about what season, and time of the year i enjoy most, not because of any mental connotations, or relation to my personal psyche, but what time of the year i really enjoy. and i came to the conclusion that the season i really enjoy most is fall. not fall in a california sense, though. fall in a midwestern sense, when it’s warm during the day, and a tinge of winter at night, and in the morning. when the leaves turn colors and flood your lawn with a subtle, umber choked rainbow. rainstorms that carry piles of leaves along a slick curbside torrent, only to pile up on the rusty storm gratings at the corner. the smell of ozone and wetness in the air, washing off the heat and dirt and dust of summer, leaving a sad, wistful scent in the air, and knowing that summer has passed for another year. it’s something that i miss terribly. i guess i really am a ‘fall’ person at heart, (and possibly in my psyche – only deep regression therapy can tell me if it’s so :) – guess i better go buy some brown shirts.

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