ducksarecrazy

It's finally fall! Right now it's about 50 degrees, overcast and kind of damp, and I fucking love it.

Maybe it's living in an apartment with sporadic AC and working in an art building that used to be a tobacco warehouse with no AC at all during a summer of record-setting heat.

Maybe it's being able to go outside in something besides jeans and a t-shirt without soaking in my own sweat.

Maybe it's campfires.
Or hot drinks.
Or blankets.
Or breezes.

Could be Halloween. Could be pumpkin farms. Could be Thanksgiving dinner.

Normally where I am, we get about one week of traditional fall weather, after which it starts snowing or raining constantly. And every year I want that week to stretch out to what it used to be, from late September to about Thanksgiving.

It hasn't escaped my notice that in the 18 years I've lived here, periods of fall and spring have dramatically shortened while the summer and winter temperatures have grown consistently more extreme. It's called global warming, but you'd be hard-pressed to convince a lot of people in this state that it's real.

Then again, we have a museum with Jesus petting dinosaurs.
I hear Germany has a good fall.