It’s Furious Balancing

I can definitely detect an upswing in my post-equinox mood.¹ Things are, indeed, looking up.

You should be familiar, by now, with my opinion of the months of June, July, and August. Michigan summers are ghastly. Day after day of feeling like a wet, wrung-out gym towel, all the days melting into a shapeless, undifferentiated mass of heat and humidity.

For all of you (misguided) people mourning the passing of summer – bite me. I am moving into a Michigan Autumn. Days of Crisp Purpose and Contrast. Brisk has always been one of my favorite adjectives to describe this time of year. Bracing, blessedly cool days when my brain switches to the “on” position and I finally feel like Doing Things.

Time for visual aids. To me, summer looks like this:

Autumn, on the other hand, looks like this:

I strongly encourage you go go and look at this photographer’s web site. He has some phenomenal photographs of Ann Arbor autumn color. Right now, the leaves are just on the verge of turning. In two or three more weeks, it will be stinkin’ gorgeous around here.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird, I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. — George Eliot

1. I’m certain The Husband is reading this and saying to himself, “Could have fooled me.” I’ve been in horrid amounts of pain for the past several days; it makes me intolerable to live with, I know. Sorry, sugar. [↩]

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