Ah, autumn…

Every time I see this photo, I’m reminded of one of the many reasons I fell in love with New England and Maine.

Fall in Maine

Fall in Maine

Here in Miami we only have three seasons: hot, hotter, and intolerably hot and humid. There’s no end to it, even when a breeze dispels, if only for a moment, the wet blanket of humidity that seeps into the body making even the coolest person sweat.

If you’re a seasonal and live in Florida only during the “cool” winter months, then you don’t have to contend with the oppressive and stifling heat summer unleashes upon us. Only at the beach, is summer a pleasant contemplation. There I enjoy swimming in the ocean for hours, floating on the surface as an ocean breeze cools my slow-roasted skin.

Round August, or ten days after Labor Day, to be exact, I start missing fall in New England. When I lived in New York City, fall was my favorite time of year. I could feel it in the air, the turn of season, when summer gave way to cooler evenings, shorter days, and the change of color on trees. On weekends, I enjoyed traveling to the Poconos or Catskills to enjoy the foliage—spectacular reds, oranges, yellows, and browns that blanketed the mountains for miles as far as the eye could see.

This was a time for hot ciders, sweaters, leather jackets, boots, and hikes along trails hidden under a carpet of dry leaves. In the evenings, fireplaces were lit, and cuddling on the couch was the way to spend the evening—reading books or feeling frisky under a warm blanket! Windows were left open, and I indulged on the smell of burning leaves, woods, and mud. Road trips to small town antique stores were compulsory on weekends, as were harvesting apples, pears and seasonal fruits that herald the harvest season. At night, stews and hearty meals replaced salads and sandwiches for dinner and one could once again enjoy a hearty Cote d’Rhone or Pinot Noir instead of a sangria or Lambrusco.

I miss fall and the change of seasons; I miss its colors and assault on the senses. Living in a state and city where weather patterns and forecasts are reduced to either sunny or rainy days, the lack of variety—or anticipation to change—only heightens my longing for fall. When I look in my closet at the jackets, boots, sweaters, and scarves I’d be wearing around this time of year, it pains me to pull a pair of shorts and T-shirt before venturing outside. When I see photos of friends on road trips to the places I used to visit this time of years, a tinge of sadness settles in my heart.

I won’t be able to make it north this year to visit and appreciate this season’s fall weather. But every time I see this photo, I’m reminded of one of the many reasons I fell in love with New England and Maine. There, in those mountains and lakes, lost in carnival of color that nature unfurled and revealed to us in so many of our road trips, I came to understand and enjoy the beauty of each season. If I close my eyes, I can imagine the cool breeze reddening my cheeks, the tug of my scarf around my neck, and the taste of pear cider (with a shot of rum or brandy) in my lips.

Ah, autumn…how I long for thee!

About the author Walter

Walter lives and works in and around South Florida. When not practicing or studying acupuncture, you can find him at one of Miami’s beaches, or in a coffee shop lost in the pages of a good book. Walter enjoys diverse interests such as reading Tarot, practicing Qi Gong and Tai Chi, learning Buddhist dharma, practicing shamanic healing, writing for his blogs, reading Oriental philosophy, traveling to new places and old favorites, exploring contemplative photography with his iPhone, sitting quietly in meditation, practicing healthy fitness, and promoting wellbeing.

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  1. Too bad we couldn’t bring the fall of the east to our respective location of where we live. I live on the west coast of Canada on Vancouver Island. We have a fall but nothing like back east. I remember so well the coulors, the sweaters, the nip in the air, the smell of wood in those old idle fireplaces plus many more memories. What I don’t miss is the cold and the snow.

    1. I don’t miss the long, cold winter months either. That’s when Florida does have an edge over New England. But fall I do miss. I’ve heard Vancouver is beautiful, and it’s high on my list of places to visit.

      1. It is beautiful with all its mountains and greenery, beaches and hiking trails where I live. There is that in Vancouver metro but not as much. There is a beach there one can sit and watch the sunsets (a little walk from the west end) and it will leave you speechless. All in all Vancouver is a beautiful city.

      2. Then my mind is made up. I will visit one day. 🙂

  2. Here in London we only have three seasons. Winter, Autumn, and Winter. You are making me feel quite ill.

  3. On my bucket list is to experience a proper New England autumn.

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