Transitions

I thought, coming home from the warmth and sunshine of the Bahamas, that returning to the short days and cold air of Boston would be bleak and miserable. Yesterday, coming off the plane, while I was glad to be back in my own house, I was already blue and grumpy at the chilly wind and the need to wear a jacket.

But while it's getting cold and dark, it's nowhere near as bleak and depressing as I thought it would be. Getting home from work tonight and stepping out of my car into the 7pm shadows, the smell and feel of the air was like a wake-up call and a welcome home at the same time. It smelled like leaves and smoke and woods and Halloween, and there's a crispness and clarity that's absent in the warm, lazy, heavy air of summer. And while I know that it doesn't smell like pumpkin pie and apples and hayrides, I can't help but imagine those pieces there, and my mind fills them in.

I love to visit warm, sunny places where it's summer all the time... but I love living somewhere with seasons even more.