Recently the weather has been changing dramatically. Just a week ago, you could've sworn I was living in Miami, LA or some other hot place. Then all of a sudden without warning, reality yanks me back to the fact that Toronto is quite a bit north of those destinations. As I look outside, the leaves are changing already on some of the trees.
Though I'm complaining about the weather, there's something reassuring about the changing seasons. There's a rhythm to it, marking the passing of time. I've always wanted to live somewhere that is temperate all year long, but it makes me wonder if people who live in those climates have the same attachment to the weather. Autumn has always marked the start of school, leaves changing, Thanksgiving and Halloween. Winter follows closely by snowball fights, thick sweaters, winter boots and Christmas. Spring gives way to the winter thaw, rain, the return of green and the sun. Summer is holidays, tshirts, sandals and patios.
If we had the same weather year long, I wouldn't have those feelings.
Maybe the Fall isn't that bad after all...
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