My Thoughts on Autumn

 

When I think of Autumn, I think of leaves. The changing color to their fall to the ground to their crunch under our feet. Leaves symbolize autumn and all the changes that go with it. The heat of summer starts to fade, and the coolness of October is ushered in. The big, green trees of August turn into the read and yellow trees of September. The shorts and t-shirts we wear are gone, and the jeans and comfy sweatshirts appear, setting the stage for the best season to appear. While the beginning of fall is a happy, cheerful time, the end of fall is gloomy. The coolness we longed for is gone and the harsh winds and low temperatures of December come. Pumpkins are rotting, trees are bare, the grass is brown, and the sky is gray. We bundle up in layers to shut out the cold as we battle the dryness that takes over our hands. When we long for the beauty of fall, we tend to forget about the misery that follows soon after, choosing to rather focus on the here and now that we love so much.