I do enjoy summer, but fall will always be my favorite. People often tie joy to summer–the longer days, tanned skin, and a feeling of endless freedom. But for me, summer triggers a sense of impending doom. The constant expectation of making it “the best one yet”, and the never-ending worry of what’s to come next.

Fall is calm and steady. Cozy clothes are a necessity and I can stay inside without feeling guilty for missing out on the high UV rays, or social events. There is always something special to look forward to: Holidays, winter break, tasty food, and familiar traditions. Whereas with summer, I dread beginning the school year, giving farewells to faraway friends, and saying goodbye to my sweet freedom.

Although Fall doesn’t give you blazing heat, it somehow feels warmer. No matter how old I grow, where I am, or who I’m with, it will always feel nostalgic. I get giddy just thinking about the feeling of the crisp air and the dark nights. Fall asks nothing of you–It lets you breathe. No fuss, no pressure–just fall.  

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