Today was the first day of fall. Maybe not literally (I’m not sure what the German word for autumn is, so I can’t even look at a calender to see when the first official day is). But the snap in the air, that certain smell that means summer is over … it’s all here.
Fall has always been my favorite season, and as I walked to work today — chosing to enjoy the weather rather than take the U-Bahn — I tried to figure out, as I do every year, exactly why. Part of it is a process of elimination: Summer is too hot, and Winter too cold, so they’re right out. And though I love Spring weather, I think I enjoy Fall more because of its sense of self-containment. Spring is nice — but only because we’re leaving Winter behind and inching toward Summer. Fall is a wonderful time of year just on its own.