Fall is my absolute favorite time of the year. The cooler temps, the robust colors, the smell...in my mind, it's a little piece of paradise. For me the mornings are the best. The clean, crisp air and clearer blue skies - it's all like the world is cleansed anew and I wake during this time every morning with a deep breath and a stretch. It always takes me back to when I first experienced this phenomenon.
I was raised in the South and throughout my early grade school years heat and humidity was all I knew. This was only broken up by a two and half year stint in hotter and more humid South America. I loved my time there, it feels more like a child fantasy now when I look back on it, but it was definitely the land of bigger, larger, more. More heat, more humidity, bigger bugs (um...BIG-GER), larger animals, grander thunderstorms. As a kid it was total exotic splendor. As an adult? No, not so much.
In my teenage years, I moved in with my father and stepmother in San Francisco. It was the first time I had experienced a lack of humidity, good hair and cool mornings. In Houston, it can be 87% humidity at eleven at night and still at that percentage at 6:45am the next day. But in Northern California the mornings dawned bright and clear and comfortably chill. The kids wore shorts, flip flops and hoodies to school. It was then that I realized I could never be comfortable in high-degree temps again.
I'm a well-insulated girl, so even operating at optimum weight and fitness levels, I perform better in cooler weather than warmer. And as the days get cooler, I find my motivation increases. I want to do more, wake earlier (I didn't say early folks, I said earlier), be happier and more active.
So, I say bring on the Autumn, the cool fronts, the color displays. I will embrace them all with my best face on...and maybe a pair of heels someday real soon.
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