I'm waiting for my October nights and my December Days

As I sit and sweat through another July scorcher, my mind drifts off to those days where the coats and sweatshirts come out and those nights of keeping warm underneath blankets with socks (hopefully) keeping toes warm enough. Growing up, I was never a fan of summer. Sure it meant that being away from school but the discomfort was always there. Let's face it, no one enjoys being around one another in the humid hours. However, all of that can change if you're in an air conditioned space. Of course the summer days can be especially to those with the extra pounds (like I had during my teen years). Dammit, I'm not going to lie, those years were especially cruel. Because of the extra weight, I would start to sweat as soon as I stepped outside. It was uncomfortable and disgusting. I couldn't even walk around the library without having sweat run down my face as if I had just run a marathon; the air conditioning was always at a great temp. and yet there I was, a big ole sweaty mess. Now that the pounds are coming off, while I still perspire, I'm not as disgusting dripping like I was before. Now its okay for me to be in the heat for a bit before the beads form on my brow. Despite that small "yay" factor, I still yearn for the cold days when I am more relaxed and more at ease. Though there are some places where it brings me back to those days and those nights (they set the temps at ridiculous numbers and therefore the feelings are recreated in a teasing sort of way) and its then that I want to give them the one fingered salute. Nothing will ever beat the real deal....

To walk in the Fall

As I was walking through town earlier this morning when I noticed certain smells that caused me to yearn for the autumn months. As I walked past the hospital, I caught wind of their chicken soup. It smelled of your typical cafeteria blend of chicken soup and that provided a comfortable feeling. The scent, no matter where it comes from, of chicken soup brings me back to those autumn months when the cool air drops but still remains warm enough to where you do not need the layers. The other scent that shouted, 'October' to me was the scent of the air at one very interesting spot. I was walking down a residential street when the scent hit me. Despite the fact that every school is out for the summer, there was hardly a noise to be heard. No vehicles, no dogs, no birds.... In a way it was eerie but the scent was what stuck out the most. It's rather difficult to describe but I will try my best to describe the scent. The scent had elements of school textbooks, dead leaves (despite the fact that every tree was full and green), cold air and charcoal grill as if it had just been used.

I think it'll inform you to know that I'm not a summer or a spring person. The warmer temps and I do now always see eye to eye. I much prefer the late fall and winter months. Maybe its because I am a romantic that I prefer to be underneath a blanket as oppose to throwing them towards the opposite sides of the room like I do now. Besides, the fall months always promise better attitudes in the common folk and a better atmosphere all around.