I am hearing everyone singing the praises of autumn and how it is the most glorious season.

Really? I just don’t get it.

I am sitting in front of my light box, trying to stave off the onset of my Seasonal Affective Disorder, sniffling because I was caught in the rain last night – a cold relentless rain, not juicy warm drops of summer rain. I just don’t understand. Getting caught in a sniffles-inducing cold rain is preferable to long evenings on a patio without the need for a hundred layers to keep warm? Itchy wool that prickles the skin is preferable to flimsy floaty light fabrics? Darkness is preferable over light? Surely free wiggly toes prancing through the grass or flitting about in flip flops is more appealing than being stuffed in confining shoes and itchy socks.

Who would rather eat an apple over plump juicy berries? (Other than The Sweetie who is the biggest apple apologist) There is no true comparison, is there? Other than ease of portability can the apple ever rival the mighty berry? Never. Can anyone truly look me in the eye and tell me that fall colours of orange and brown are better than bright refreshing shades of summer green? Please. Orange and brown are seventies basement shag rug colours. Orange makes me look sallow. Besides, those brilliant fall colours only last a short while. Then the leaves fall off the trees and there is nothing but grey soggy darkness. Not so bright and glowy then, is it?

I tried to look on the bright side of fall. I planned on making soup tonight. I did my best, but autumn signifies everything coming to a sad miserable end. How can witnessing everything withering and dying be an uplifting experience?  Party’s over. That is better than summer? Really? Bah.

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