Normal is wonderful.

People ask me what my favorite season is, and usually I tell them summer.

This is partially false because a Seattlite's definition of summer is similar to that of late spring in Washington DC.

Everyone I meet seems to favour the season in which they were born, and I've always felt slightly odd for not liking fall...seeing as that is when my birthday falls.

But fall in Seattle, you see, is typically nothing but freezing cold temperatures with endless rain and cloudy skies.

You can't crunch through leaves because they're soggy, the air is not as crisp because of the overcast cloudy-ness, and it's just generally not as pleasant. Being one who dislikes the cumbersome nature of umbrellas, I typically get rather wet during this season, as well as end up with my glasses all spotted with water. >.<

But this year, I am discovering how much I really do love the fall. You see, we've been having a decent fall. A normal fall. The sun has been out, the leaves are crunchy, the air is crisp.

I don't have to wear a 20-pound coat and line my feet with socks. I can dance through the leaves with my sweater. I can take deep, full breaths of beautiful fall air.

I can run through the park with my dog, and sit in the sunshine to soak it all in.

I love fall.

November Days

Oh, how I love fall!!

Happy November, everyone!