Tucson doesn’t exactly do seasons.
We experience summer more fully than most, but the rest of the seasons blur together in a painting of brown with sprinkles of dead-looking green. Of course, we also have blue skies, but that’s about all of the color we desert-dwellers expect out of the year. The changing of colors in the fall is a shift from dead-green to brown or dead-yellow. Winter continues on with the dead colors or a complete barrenness. We don’t experience orange or red the way that other people do, and we certainly don’t experience the white of snow falling on Christmas day.
I’m okay with that.
I’m not a huge fan of the cold or any such nonsense.
I am, however, more myself when fall rolls around in Tuscon.
I may not like the snow, but I love me some tall, warm boots and hot coffee.
So… now that the temperature has taken a sudden turn for the pleasant in my neck of the woods, I thought I’d give you a pretty list of the joys I’m embracing with the onset of fall. 🙂
1. The joy of smelling like a girl… there is no way to smell like a girl in 110 degrees.
2. The joy of my jedi sweater. I have a sweater thing that makes me feel a lot like a jedi. It’s not quite long enough, but if I stand with the sun behind me, my shadow only lacks one thing in life: a bright-orange lightsaber.
3. The joy of Nanowrimo! November is National Novel Writing Month, and I’m making it a tradition to start a new project every year during November.
4. Along with the joy of Nanowrimo clings the joy of coffeeshop writing. In order to write 50,000 words in a month, a girl’s gotta join some other people for a write-in, stick her headphones in, and put words to page. Isn’t this time of year wonderful?
5. Along with the joy of coffeeshop writing clings the joy of the pumpkin spice latte and hot drinks in general 🙂 Gotta go with the iced drinks during the summer, but with the onset of Fall, comes the freedom to go hot. YESSSS. REAL coffee.
6. The joy of tall boots… It doesn’t make any sense to wear anything other than flip-flops in Tucson summer, but I definitely wore my 3-inch sexy boots all day on Friday!
7. The joy of sleeping well. In the summer in Tucson, it’s really expensive to achieve the perfect, burrow into the warmth of a comforter-that-fights-off-nighttime-coldness. That sort of cold can only be achieved by breaking the bank to air-condition the heck out of the house, which I did when I lived alone. I couldn’t very well force my roommates to overextend their wallets, though.
8. The joy of holidays! I’ve always loved Halloween, but last year also made me love Christmas for 5th? 6th? annual white-elephant party with my Crossing family, 3rd annual Winterhaven hot chocolate event with Eucalyptus Biscuit, and possibly the 2nd annual Hilst/Whipp/James relaxed Christmas day (hopefully with a walk and a reading of The Christmas Carol).
9. The joy of fall break. I get a week off of teaching at the end of the first quarter, and I’m visiting my grandmother in North Carolina like I did last year.
10. The joy of runnable temperatures… I’m doing a half-marathon in December, and it’s significantly more possible to train in this joyous season.