Yes, I certainly will – above all other seasons.
Yesterday was the first day of Fall, and I love that my time has finally arrived.
I love the cold, still air – no longer thick with humidity, smog and the cries of insects.
I love the way a bird call will sound, distant and solitary, a lone holdout against its migrating bretheren.
I love the dry leaves caught in cars' windshields, like invitations from Nature to celebrate her party of harvests and rustling fields.
I love seeing the gray clouds gather in the distance, like relatives approaching whom I haven't seen in a year.
I love Autumn sunsets, passionate and violent: black clouds warmed by a furnace in a sky, turning red and gold.
I love the long, early shadows stretching across the sidewalk, making a tree's dark reflections on its concrete surface extend forever.
I love walking at night, tilting my head up, and blowing my warm breath against the sky: the stars wink through as if my breath was a swirling cloud.
I love seeing the dark colors and heavy, complex fabrics in shop windows.
I love coming home from work, barely giving myself time to kick off my shows, and starting to cook Thanksgiving dinner.
Call it Fall, call it Autumn, call it a Solstice – I call it chilly, golden and full of promises that have been fullfilled over and over again.
Yes, I'll take it.