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Fall is not my favourite season. For while fall is nice enough, a lot of its good points (beautiful colors) are matched with bad points (raking leaves, increased asthma problems, dust). And while spring always gives me a feeling of new life and hope, fall always seems old. But fall is my favourite walking season. With the current need to sell off body parts to pay for gasoline (giving new meaning to the term 'bio-fuel'), I've been taking the C-Train to work every day. The station is a ten-minute walk from our house, which is just enough to stretch the muscles without working up a sweat. And it's a nice walk in the fall. Our neighborhood is old enough that the trees are of respectable girth and size, so the colors are bright and cheerful the whole way to the station. (The walk back is nowhere near as pleasant - the station is downhill from the house, so going home is a dreary trudge.) Plus I like the air on fall mornings. Our best camps when I was in Scouts were in the fall. The air is crisp from the nighttime chill, but with the hint of possible warmth to come in the day, which is just enough to keep the chill from settling into your bones. The air in the morning wakes you up, like a pot of dark roast, without the resulting shakes and coffee mouth. It's a happy time. The neighborhood is growing as part of my 'home' mindset, becoming places as familiar to me as our bedroom or TV room. I can point out the houses that had roof repair after the spring storms, the house with the oddly quiet Pomeranian, the homes of the members of the skater clique that gather around my neighbors' house. I know the 7-11 clerks by face, and the Rottweiler beside the station no longer glares at me so suspiciously. I like to reach up and pluck leaves off the trees when they are at the stage where a brisk wind would send them flying. Something about that little feeling of disconnect when they come apart from the twig is satisfying to me. There's already been frost two mornings, so the snow will be coming soon enough. We have to get the last bits of outside work done - the windows re-caulked, the plants trimmed down - before the snow comes, but I think we have some time. I've already fixed the broken gate on the trash can cubby. Look at me, all 'handy' and stuff. Hey, working outside is a heck of a lot easier in the fall when the sun isn't baking your brains and the breeze keeps you from overheating. It's going to be a long winter, I think. I have no evidence, but I feel it. Given how wet the summer was, I think we're going to get a lot of snow and it's going to stay. We only have a little while until this weather is gone. Best enjoy it and get in as many walks as I can. |
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