Falling For Fall

If we lived two months at a time, I’d agree with my dad that autumn is the best season. The air is crisp, the leaves are changing and the sky is blue. But since we don’t live two months at a time, all these things just remind me that winter is coming, and that’s no one’s favorite season.

But forget about the upcoming cold and dark nights and go to Prospect Park in the afternoon. You’ll see high school kids running like there’s no math test tomorrow. I ran cross country my senior of high school, and while I was terrible, I find something marvelous about seeing kids train. They’re unafraid of running until they vomit and they’re not trying to get back to their pre-pregnancy weight. Running isn’t a hobby that gives their lives definition, they just run because they’re young and they can. And if that doesn’t make a fall believer out of you, I don’t know what will.