I love Autumn. I love the crispness of it. The humidity of summer is fading away and the air is cool, energetic, buzzing. Sweat doesn’t haunt every crevice of my body, my clothes aren’t damp after a log day at work.
Leaves crunch satisfyingly beneath your boots and you wake up on Sunday mornings to the sound of rain on the window pane, the sweet lull of the pitter-patter creating the perfect rhythm for a sleep in.
The world changes, sure the weather gets colder, but the atmosphere feels different, the air has a different flow. Autumn brings a translucency that isn’t present in any of the other seasons, the light is heavier, diffused over the landscape, orange, burning. The air is lighter, the denseness of summer faded, breathing comes more easily. There is a crackle about, where the cool, fresh, and invigorating breezes meet the flame of light that perches on the tip of a hill in the afternoon. Autumn is my favourite season because it is electric.
I think one of the main things I truly adore about autumn, is that coolness in the air; that relief from summers hot glare.You can wear jeans again, and light jumpers, cardigans, skirts and tights and boots. Beanies won’t cause you to break out in a sweat, and scarves are as functional as they are fashionable. You get to snuggle into blankets, spoon pillows and surrender to the warm and smothering caress of your favourite throw.
No more short shorts, singlets and other horrible, heat-preventing items of clothing that look great on a model, or Taylor Swift, but not on a short, chubby, extremely pale girl with very low self-esteem. I am much more comfortable in jeans, thank you very much, and that’s why I really love Autumn.