I grew up in Chicago, came out to Los Angeles for graduate school, and I think my fate was sealed when I arrived. It took no time for my “blood to thin.” I moved back for a year and it was the longest winter of my life! Chicago has WEATHER! And while LA isn’t really all warm, sun-drenched beach days, we are pretty set when it comes to weather. It’s pretty awesome.
But we do have some semblance of seasons, and this week Fall has arrived. The winds have picked up, and there is a bit of a chill in the air. Especially in the mornings.
While I deeply miss the magnificent changing of leaves, I still welcome the shift, this small taste of “weather” we get. I pull out my sweaters and scarves, tights and boots. Fall colors are finally at home again in my wardrobe.
I find my mood shifts with the seasons as well, Autumn being a time for reflection. It is as if I sense the year drawing to a close, an internal drive to look inward in anticipation of a fresh start. It is a reminder that, not matter how sophisticated our society, no matter how great our technology, our inner landscape remains tied to the cycle of seasons, the cycle of the earth, and something much greater than we are.