If you were to ask me sometime between June and February what my favourite season is, I'd respond strongly and confidently, "Autumn!" But dear-oh-dear, something happens to me between March and May. I toss off my down-filled jacket, kick off my Sorels, and poke my head out my front door like a prairie dog surfacing after a long hibernation. I walk until my feet fall off. I grab my notebook and practically skip to a favourite coffee shop, where I sip my London Fog, write, and watch all my other fellow prairie dogs venturing, blinking in the brightness, into the sloppy streets. I want to smile and say, "Hi! I've missed you!" to everyone I pass on the sidewalk - even the scary teenagers and the wheezing old people. Even the hipsters!
I'm the kind of person who adapts to crap. One time my cold water tap stopped working for my bathroom sink. Instead of calling the owners of the building right away and getting it fixed, I forgot about it and just got used to brushing my teeth with hot water. Anyway, I'm fairly easy-going and I try to look on the bright side of everything. Thankfully, I don't have seasonal affective disorder, so when I'm in the middle of our long, dark, cold winter, I adapt to the circumstances. Oh, it's -30C and none of my friends want to meet for drinks? I guess I'll just eat some popcorn and nuzzle a bit further down in these blankets. But as soon as that first thaw arrives, I feel like I've been released from prison. Whee!
So for the rest of the year, I can treasure the crisp coolness of autumn but right now I'm going to plunge headfirst into spring fever.
I'm going to leave you with this fun little ditty. Yes, I know that it was used recently for a computer commercial and yes, I know that means I'm supposed to hate it. But how can you hate a song with a la-la chorus? And a trombone!
Edited to add: The song is "New Soul" by Yael Naim, in case you were wondering.
