The Love for Fall

As I walked to class early one morning, I could not help but notice what was occurring around me. The air had started to cool down with a slight breeze that was just cold enough that a t-shirt and shorts were not worth. The mornings grew darker as did the quickly approaching nighttime darkness making you just a little bit more tired. The leaves began to change that certain type of color that can’t help but bring you back to days of jumping in piles of leaves that somebody had spent painstaking hours trying to rake together.

The nature around me had taken it upon itself to enter its own hibernation: fall. One of the most beautiful times of the year. The pumpkin patches are in full swing, Halloween costume ideas are beginning to formulate, and sweatshirts are being worn in droves. You will commonly hear people say that fall is their favorite season including myself. As I took my walk to my lecture, I attempted to tackle this widespread belief and why it’s so popular.

Weather is consistently a reason that people point to and that makes sense. While walking to class, the clothes that students were wearing made it clear that there is something for everybody in the fall when it comes to weather. Some make this an opportunity to wear their sweatshirts and warmer clothes that tend to be more comfortable while others hang tight to their summer clothes. Regardless, everybody tends to be happy.

Often times, the beauty of fall is what makes people fall in love. The tree’s slow, temporary decay of its leaves are frequently stunning. The uniqueness of every color of leaf brings about unexpected variety in visual appeal. Fall colors in general tend to be calming and soothing such as the reds, oranges, and yellows. Striking yet not yelling for your attention.

For me, the sound of fall is what I have loved. Specifically, the crunch that every footstep brings as you step on top of those leaves. It takes me to my backyard as a child where my dad and I would rake massive piles of leaves only to take big running jumps into the pile. The slow crunch you would hear was so satisfying. For my dad, it was a fulfilling noise that a sizeable amount of work was accomplished. For me, it was the noise that I had just had the perfect jump or maybe more leaves more needed. Whatever the case for fall is, it is hard to find somebody that does not find some enjoyment during this time.