Falling for fall

Greta Schaub, Opinion Assistant Editor

The warm, enveloping arms of cinnamon and pumpkin wrap around my sleeping body as I arise on a crisp September morning. It’s 8:00 a.m., and I have woken up to the scent of my mom’s pumpkin muffins being baked. I rub my groggy eyes and open my shades. The sun beams on the brightly colored leaves that fill my window sill. I slip on my fuzzy socks and light a candle in my room. At that moment, everything is serene. 

There are few things I love more than fall mornings. The world seems to slip away as I sip a warm cup of coffee. My life is renewed. The mistakes of yesterday and the possibilities of tomorrow are mere shadows as I soak up the sun. 

It seems so easy to wake up each morning in September. Each morning contains endless possibilities; life just seems a little brighter. It is almost as if I have seasonal optimism. Something about the earth renewing herself and the perfect weather puts a beautiful filter over my life. My normal negativity is swept away by the breeze, and the dull colors of the world seem much more vibrant. 

Many people talk about seasonal depression, or a shift in mood occurring as the weather changes. Personally, I associate chilly weather with spooky fall nights fading into festive Christmas lights. While some may feel negatively about the end of summer, I am forever excited to see the leaves change and the pumpkins appear on doorsteps. 

Maybe my mid-September glow will fade. Maybe the earth will grow cold and dead once again, but at this moment in time, I am overwhelmed by the simple joy of the season.