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Day 362: Autumn sings
Oct. 4th, 2006 06:15 pmI am not a particular fan of autumn. I prefer spring or summer, though this may have to do with my predilection toward being comfortably warm. Del is the promoter of all things autumn, like hot chocolate, football games, and coloured leaves. I will confess to enjoying the beauty of the coloured leaves. St. George is like many places I have lived previously, wherein there are two seasons. In the tropics, the two seasons are wet, and dry (the entire year being hot no matter what). In St. George, the seasons are "hot" and "not as hot." Those who live in Las Vegas or similar places know what I mean.
Cedar City is smaller than St. George. This is often a complaint, because while it is a quaint college town, it doesn't offer the social scene most college students would like to enjoy. I do not comment on the lack of social hang-outs (save, perhaps, for a decent place to dance) because I do not have much of a social life, and enjoy the convenience of having my social life close at hand (i.e. in my apartment or within walking distance of it). What Cedar City boasts that St. George cannot (not that it can boast much more except better shopping) is four actual seasons. I listened to Vivaldi's "Four Seasons" when I was young, and none of the seasons except summer made any sense to me. Cedar City has a definite spring, and a definite fall.
I can say, with simple happiness, that fall is here. Okay, so with fall comes rainstorms (which for me mean days of pressure migraines that I'm usually too stubborn to take medicine for) and horrendous winds through the canyon, but it also brings the coloured leaves. I love the coloured leaves, especially the red and the yellow. 300 West is a lovely avenue of trees, and I take perverse, childish pleasure in kicking at the piles of yellow leaves as I walk to and from school.
The sky is grey. Sometimes that makes me sad, or depressed, or unable to listen to upbeat music. It's not that I am incapable of listening to upbeat music under a grey sky - it just doesn't feel right, as if someone were playing death metal in the middle of mass or something. Isabelle Boulay is perfect for fall. Soft piano and acoustic guitars were made for the grey skies, yellow leaves, and windy coolness of fall. I listened to her all the way home from Latin. I miss speaking French, but I'm still learning another language, and that helps. I have discovered that I love learning foreign languages because I like words, and I enjoy having more words at my disposal.
The grey sky makes the apartment dimmer, but as long as I have Isabelle playing, and something to read or write, I'll be fine.
Autumn is a bizarre juxtaposition of the rush of school starting, and the peace of the vivid summer fading.
Okay. I've proved my point: I'm an English major. I'll do homework now, really.
Cedar City is smaller than St. George. This is often a complaint, because while it is a quaint college town, it doesn't offer the social scene most college students would like to enjoy. I do not comment on the lack of social hang-outs (save, perhaps, for a decent place to dance) because I do not have much of a social life, and enjoy the convenience of having my social life close at hand (i.e. in my apartment or within walking distance of it). What Cedar City boasts that St. George cannot (not that it can boast much more except better shopping) is four actual seasons. I listened to Vivaldi's "Four Seasons" when I was young, and none of the seasons except summer made any sense to me. Cedar City has a definite spring, and a definite fall.
I can say, with simple happiness, that fall is here. Okay, so with fall comes rainstorms (which for me mean days of pressure migraines that I'm usually too stubborn to take medicine for) and horrendous winds through the canyon, but it also brings the coloured leaves. I love the coloured leaves, especially the red and the yellow. 300 West is a lovely avenue of trees, and I take perverse, childish pleasure in kicking at the piles of yellow leaves as I walk to and from school.
The sky is grey. Sometimes that makes me sad, or depressed, or unable to listen to upbeat music. It's not that I am incapable of listening to upbeat music under a grey sky - it just doesn't feel right, as if someone were playing death metal in the middle of mass or something. Isabelle Boulay is perfect for fall. Soft piano and acoustic guitars were made for the grey skies, yellow leaves, and windy coolness of fall. I listened to her all the way home from Latin. I miss speaking French, but I'm still learning another language, and that helps. I have discovered that I love learning foreign languages because I like words, and I enjoy having more words at my disposal.
The grey sky makes the apartment dimmer, but as long as I have Isabelle playing, and something to read or write, I'll be fine.
Autumn is a bizarre juxtaposition of the rush of school starting, and the peace of the vivid summer fading.
Okay. I've proved my point: I'm an English major. I'll do homework now, really.
