Can I just explain to you how much I miss autumn? After living in Florida for four years, I haven't really missed the seasons, since I can shake my ass to the beach year round and it's fabulous. But every year, when the leaves are supposed to be changing, and the air is supposed to be turning cool and crisp, I get all nostalgic about autumn in New England.
I used to hate, HATE, hate raking leaves, but I would give anything to rake up a big pile and jump in it. I miss waiting for the school bus and smelling the cool air combined with the faint diesel fumes from the bus, which always smelled like "school" to me. I loved soccer season and sitting in the bleachers with some hot chocolate. The best days were those cool, sunny Sunday afternoons while on a quest for the perfect pumpkin to carve. I miss running through the streets, cheeks flushed and a huge bagful of candy, in my kick ass Halloween costume. I was always comforted by the smell of woodstoves burning and chimney smoke when the air started to get chilly.
Now don't get me wrong, I love me some Florida sunshine, and I will take it over the nasty, cold, sunless, five month period they call winter in New England. But bring me some deciduous trees, a shot of cool air, a couple pumpkins, and some chimney smoke, and I'll be completely content.
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That was not good at all. Leaves changing COLOURS (Canadian spelling) meant that winter was near. With that came shoveling snow, cold car seats (if they started at all), stupid dogs taking 20 stupid minutes to pee, soggy newspapers, slow traffic, slush, and frozen boogers. Leaves changing colors is the equivelent of watching your blind date walk in the bar and noticing her small breasts and well pronounced limp. Only one thought comes to mind: "Things are going to get ugly."
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