I am just going to admit it: I don't like autumn (or fall, as some call it). I don't like the cold, I am not impressed by the reddish golden brown leaves that fall to the pavement, and I am depressed by days that are dark by 4 PM. By extension, I also dislike winter, but autumn is the bearer of bad tidings, the earlier show of what is to come and become, so it gets the blame.
The other day I went outside to get the mail and there were raindrops on the driveway. Oh, so small but oh so ominous in their promise, or maybe their threat. The light in the sky was grey.
I am a sun and light lover. I live in shorts and T-shirts all summer long and whenever it is not desperately cold. The climate in Southern California is mild but autumn still has a sting. I went to bed last night for the first time wearing pajama bottoms and a warm nightgown, knowing that the change has begun and I had best be prepared.
December 21 will be a symbolically happy day because from then on the days will be getting progressively longer, though for many months, longer but also rainier, windier, and colder.