Time to Move On

Today I wore a V neck t shirt and cut off shorts to school. Today I was hot after riding my scooter back to the Institute Building. Today it was 89 degrees. TODAY IS NOVEMBER STINKIN' 5TH!!! So I lean my head back and yell into the unfeeling Arizona sky, asking, "WHERE IS FALL?!!!??"

I love Arizona. I love the people, I love the atmosphere, there's diversity throughout the regions, it's relatively safe from natural disasters, and all my family is here. It's great. But man. It is just so darn hot. All the time. This is my favorite time of year. I love the fall, I love feeling the crisp fall feeling, the colors, it's just amazing what it does for your soul. I love the baking, the cleaning, the decorating the stress mixed with the relief when everything turns out like it should. But I feel like I'm being robbed. It's been summer for a good 9 months now. I'm ready to put on some long sleeved shirts, turn into a rudolph on my way to class, walk into a house with a fire burning and hot chocolate on the stove. I'm ready to have 3 blankets on my bed and not leave the fan on all night. I want to see the trees change colors in October, not January. Everything about the seasons here is so anticlimactic. Winter and spring don't exist. Summer lasts 9-10 months out of the year, and fall begins in January and ends in February. What in the world. It could be worse, I know. But part of the human experience is being a part of this amazing system of seasons that we have. And I think living in Arizona robs that from us sometimes. And so, here's to hoping that things start taking a cold turn sometime soon. Here's to hoping Thanksgiving isn't cut off's and V neck weather. Here's to hoping we have a chilly Christmas. Here's to hoping that Arizona lets go of summer and turns to winter. Out with the old, in with the new. Amen.