I stand outside my window, where the sun is beaming in and I foolishly believe that it’s still summer. I run inside grab a pair of flip-flops and put on a pair of shorts and head outside, only to realize that I was fooled by the sunlight coming through. The temps have dropped and it is cooler and I need shoes and not flip-flops.
While heading outside the streets are doted with girls in their jeans and boots and guys in their sweaters and there is no sign of anyone in shorts believing in the foolish notion that it is still summer.
Everyone seems to have a cheery attitude that the hot humid days are behind them and that cooler temps are here. However, I feel like doomsday is approaching and it will soon be time for me to put my running shoes away and go into hibernation. I am not going to fall for this cooler temps and trees changing color, no, I’m not falling for fall. I refuse to get caught up in the love affair most people have with fall. Yes, I hesitantly admit that it is nice and that I get a chance to open the doors and have cooler breeze come through my apartment…. Despite it all I’m still not falling for fall.
So I head back home dust off my shoes that have gathered dust over the summer and look for my sweaters that are hidden behind myriad of t-shirts and shirts, while I reluctantly start putting away my shorts and flip-flops, trying not to think too much about the fact that summer is actually over.
I don’t want summer to end, I don’t want cooler temps or darkness setting in earlier. Neither do I want to get caught up in the hype of beautiful fall weather or the trees changing color, because most of all I don’t want winter to get here, where I have to wear layers of clothes, stay indoors and put running on hold.
Instead, I want to be able to walk around in shorts and flip-flops, ride my bike and maybe even go to the beach and a sometimes a picnic in the park.
So, no, I am not falling for fall.