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It's odd. Those who know me know that autumn is my favorite season. The temparture turns cooler, the leaves turn, the sights, the smells. The traditional symbolism of spring is the time of renewal. And while autumn represents the last gasp of change before winter's eternal slumber, I've never thought of it that way.
To me, autumn was the renewal period: the period to reflect on the year gone by, to celebrate with family and friends holidays representing generosity, to share in camaraderie, to enjoy that amorphous concept called life.
But this autumn, more melancholy reigns than anything else.
And it is not a melancholy embedded in select Japanese anime characters that allows one to change reality, appealing as that supernatural power may be. I'm not sure what it is this year, but this autumn has got me, well, bummed.
What could it be?
I have several theories:
1.
The Longhorns suck. And so do the Wolverines. Odd, isn't it, that I define autumn by the performance of my favorite college football teams? But there is a strong association of football with fall...stronger than any other connection. I can't be that shallow to write off my favorite season because of the performance of a couple of hundred college students I don't know, though...can I?
2.
It ain't cold yet. This might be a more reasonable explanation. One of the things I love about fall is to be able to breathe deep on a cool crisp day, to feel the change of season with all your senses. It's also a perfect time for the amateur BBQer in me to crack out the maple or apple logs and smoke festive, flavorful,
fall type meats like salmon and turkey. Instead, we are treated to temperatures that hover above 80 degrees, and it feels like instead of flannels and jeans and cider that I should still be wearing shorts and sandals and grilling steaks. Such a weird feeling. And the lack of color in the trees due to a. the "heat wave" and b. the drought...not much fun, either.
3.
Work, work, work. Those who litigate know: nothing ever happens in the summer. Why? Because good litigation attorneys, as well as judges, are smart enough to get out of Dodge during the summer months. Better to be on a golf course than in a courtroom. Which means, by extension, that all litigation gets put off until the fall...and starts to pile up into the winter. I'm beginning to feel that drag now, and it's not exactly lightening my load...or my mood.
As much as I loved living in Austin, the one thing I hated was that it went from summer to winter practically in one fell swoop. Something like:
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Summer temps in the 90s and 100s; followed by...*
Two weeks of crisp fall air; followed by...*
Winter. I like four seasons, clearly defined. I hope my autumn comes so I can see the leaves, enjoy some beaujolais, watch the time turn once again.
But if there's no autumn and snow is on the ground by early December? Makes for a grumpy Steve.