AUTUMN IS the season that most reminds me of my childhood. I lived in a suburb of Boston until third grade, and the east coast is the best place to be during fall months. I remember burying my little brother beneath a pile of leaves in our backyard, and going to Topsfield Fair and marveling at the four-hundred pound pumpkins. Biking to school over cracked sidewalks covered with yesterdays rain and golden leaves. We would drive down the coast on weekends to cranberry farms or to go apple picking, my little face pressed against the glass looking out at tall of the colors. For Halloween we always went to Salem, with strangely dressed people and foggy graveyards. I ate pieces of taffy and asked my mom to tell me the story of the witch trials again.
Fall holds all this kind of magic for me, this palette of rusty colors, harvest fairs, east coast traditions, and curiosity. It’s impossible to summarize all of the contrasting elements, to include fake blood and cuddling by the fireplace in the same sentence seems silly, but I love both of these. Please enjoy this hodgepodge of fall things & along with some reader submissions. Wrap yourself in this season, this moment, like your favorite fluffy blanket on a November night.
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Fall is when the leaves change to a beautiful rustic orange and it cools down to a perfect temperature. I can sit outside comfortably in my wool sweater and sip on chai and just enjoy the outdoors..
…..There is absolutely nothing better than running or skipping or dancing through fall and breathing the cool, thin air. I also love how cities look in the fall; the old parts of cities are the best. I’m talking cobblestone streets, a cafe on each corner, and every urban, stylish, city-rat bundled up with scarves…
..rusty oranges and vibrant reds, the smell of my mom’s roasted pumpkin soup & the sound of the heavy rain against my windows. It fills me up with a warm fuzzy feeling, one as fuzzy as the socks I wear to bed to keep me warm…
Autumn is the time of year when I have met some of the most important people in my life. My best girl friends and I spent weekday afternoons getting coffee, hair a mess from school and polo shirts untucked from private school plaid skirts. We’d talk about our day and new music and what we should do over the weekend (usually have a bonfire at someone’s house or go to a pumpkin patch). I met my best college friend last year as a freshman in early November. Late nights at the library, talking for hours on end about home and old friends and laughing too loud. We’d walk out into the cold night, leaves rustling across the sidewalk, humming together the songs we had just discovered we both liked.
Autumn reminds me of good times, and new beginnings. Most people find new beginnings in the spring, but for me it’s the in fall. Autumn brings to me a breath of fresh air and hope that things are going to be okay.
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