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Apricot, Carrot, Pumpkin, Tangerine

November 4, 2015

orange1orange2orange3orange4orange5orange6Yesterday, waking up in bed, I wore sweatpants, socks and a t-shirt. The covers were heavy and warm on top of me. The air coming through the screen was crisp and cold.

Welcome, November.

As I walked outside, I wore pants and a long-sleeved shirt, plus a knit hat. I haven’t worn a knit hat since Acadia in June or LA in March. Months of heat and bright sunlight bearing down on us – at first, a wonderful taste of summer, and then, a tough reality – we live in the tropics to the west of the desert. We’re only here because of the water supply.

I write about this often, but the season change (or lack thereof) from summer to fall, for me, is one of the hardest parts of living here. It just does not line up with the rhythms of my upbringing or my body. I ache for autumn the way that Alaskans dream of the sun.

Give me all the pumpkin, cinnamon, red-leafed, orange-colored everything.

So it’s just this week, I feel like I made it. Summer is over. The time change plunges us into darkness at 5pm and I revel in it. The wind picks up, shaking the palms, and there was even a drizzle of rain the other night. We can sleep with the windows open, but the fan off. We can sleep under covers and rest in the way only crisp air allows. We can eat soup for dinner and devour plums at breakfast. We can sip chai and hot coffee. We can turn the heat on in the car and pull a blanket over our laps while we watch TV.

These little snippets of orange from my walk are a love letter to November, to the season change, to the feel of the environment finally aligning with my body. Yes, it’s the month of gratitude, and I couldn’t be more grateful for this transition.

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2 Comments

  • Reply Rita November 4, 2015 at 11:44 am

    I have been reading for a little bit now, since Jill Seeger Salahub pointed me your way, and I just want to say that I love this post. I have been feeling exactly the same way. I have wondered if I have reverse SAD (yes, it’s a thing!), as I’ve come to struggle every summer. This past week, I reveled in the darkness, the soup, the rain. We lit a fire, I found my warm socks, I made soup. It was lovely, as are your images here. Thank you for articulating my reality.

    • Reply jtao21 November 5, 2015 at 1:18 pm

      Ah Rita – thanks for reading and leaving your note. I didn’t know there was a thing such as reverse SADD – I mean, I love sunlight but the heat, the long days, wear me out after months (especially here in Cali with its perpetual summer). Your week sounds lovely as well. Yay for lovers of autumn 🙂

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