Fall is the best season of the year; although, its competition consists of a season where everything is dead, a season where everything is wet all the time, and a season turns lots of people into walking cherries--swollen red faces suspended on long reedy stalks. Fall has no downsides. The weather is always perfect, just cold enough for you to wear a sweater, but not cold enough for a down jacket. The trees are undergoing a metamorphosis from sticky, vibrant-green to the mellow colors of yellow, orange, and red. Fall just inspires a sort of stillness of the soul, the combination of both cool weather and warm yet colors creates a surrounding environment too calm to be upset. Sure I can go inside and be as upset as I want, but as soon as I step outside I just want to walk around and enjoy the day. I also love the crinkle of dead leaves like an incessant reminder of my own mortality--how I should do what I love and work hard for the benefit of the world. I’m only here for a short while so why not get the most out of it. That is why fall is perfect because it lures my thoughts away from the stresses of school and the overall drama of life to the beauty and peace of nature, which sadly might not be around by the end of my days. Looks like I’m getting a little angry and political, guess I should go take a walk.
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