August has been a strange month so far. We had a record breaking july full of sunshine every single day, which hasn't happened in Vancouver since the Summer I was born (1985). Now it's the 18th of August and something in the air has changed.
Fall is my favourite season by far. Something inside of me is so settled and peaceful in those auburn-filled months. Maybe it's the fact the Summer keeps you on your toes, moving & busy and when Fall comes along you get to take a step back and take it all in, instead of being right in the middle of it.
My friends make fun of me because about the second week of August every year I always announce the arrival of 'the snap'. It's the feeling in the air that Fall is coming. The little snap of chill that makes you want to put a sweater on when the sun goes down. It's not wanting to rip off all your clothes because you're sweaty and hot. Instead, you want to put on pants and an oversized sweater. Don't get me wrong- It's not cold just yet though. Summer is still alive and kicking when the snap sets in. But something has changed.
Something in the smell of the air changes. And it's not just me noticing this change. The whole plant world starts to change slowly. The changes are imperceptible to the average eye, but if you are aware of it you can witness the trees starting to lose their vibrant green and their buds stop appearing. It's like they've felt Fall coming and know it's time to start retaining their energy and growth and settle in for harder times.
I will miss Summer, and I'm sure in a couple of months I will be begging for the rain and grey skies to let up around me. I think every vancouverite mourns the loss of the heat that is so short-lived in our dewy, green, rainforest of a city. But right now I'm welcoming every single grey day. I'm drinking my tea and revelling in the fact that it's not iced. I'm snuggling into my home and not feeling guilty for not being outside every single moment.
Hopefully we have a long, dry Fall ahead of us - an Indian Summer. Those are the Falls I love. The kind that encourage you to spend time walking outside and taking in the changing seasons. They make you want to dance in the falling leaves and hold your face to the golden light that seems to last all evening.
Do you look forward to the changing Seasons? What about where you live signals to you that things are changing? I'm curious to know how others experience seasons (if they experience seasons much at all). It's a phenomenon that is engrained in where you live and I know I definitely notice the subtle differences when I'm not at home. Those are usually the things that cue my longing for home.
Hope all is well and that you've filled your Summers with love, laughter, friendships and lots of the outdoors. xo