I’m taking a prompt from Hello Neverland and wrote about the season of fall where I live, right now.
Fall, so far in Austin this year, is feeling more like a cool summer than the transition that should be leading to the cold season. Maybe cool isn’t the right word because “cool” is not the word to describe the air when the temperatures are in the nineties. Unless you live in Texas. How about we say that fall in Austin is feeling more like what the rest of the country considers their hottest season and less like living on the surface of the sun (which is what summer in Texas feels like.)
With humidity percentages matching temperature gauge readings, I usually find myself feeling wet. Gross, I know, but between dog walks and errands or park trips and fun with my son, I don’t bother doing my hair or putting on make-up because it will not matter the moment I walk outside. The straight hair will return to its frizzy comfort and the make up will wipe right off. And let’s not even talk about the fact that I almost always prefer yoga leggings or athletic shorts with a spandex short sewn in because no ones thighs should have to feel wet on October eighteenth when you’re not in a hot tub or the bath. Or the pool, which we did go to this past weekend, because see above.
But cooler temperatures are coming. In fact, the forecast says our highs could be in the eighties next week, with lows dipping into the fifties, which my husband argues is more important than what the actual high is. Let’s be honest, mild Texas winters aren’t bad. We don’t have to deal with all that snow and ice (and if we do, everything shuts down) and it’s cold enough for everyone to don their favorite winter attire like scarves, boots, and hoodies. You can still do things outside for most of the next months after “not as hot as the surface of the sun” fall.
That’s probably what I love most about Texas’ fall into winter (see what I did there?) That even though we don’t get the beautiful colors when everyone else does or the cooler temps, we do know that cooler is coming, and it’s what we’ve all wanted these past months. Most of the country can’t go out in the winter because it’s so cold, and we still can. We stay inside during the summer (except for the pool) and they get to enjoy the “not be frigid.”
So, I’m going to go sit in front of the fan because I just got back from walking my dogs while pushing my 55 pound 4 year old in a stroller up and down the parking garage. And light a pumpkin candle and sneak a few candy corns before lunch. And force myself to remember that when it does get cool, it’s what I’ve been waiting for, so I better not waste it. Because boiling thermometers will be here before I know it.