AUTUMN

Everybody has a favourite season.

As in “time of the year”.

Mine is autumn. Some people say that that is when everything ends, you know, wither and die and go to hell or whatever. That’s not true. In autumn, everything prepares for a long, recreational sleep only to awake fresh and better than ever before in spring. 

The seasons are like a day. You sleep in winter, including all the good dreams (Christmas and, in my case, my birthday) and nightmares (winter depression, report cards). You wake up in spring and start the year-day full of energy. Summer is when you’re wide awake and doing all the awesome stuff while the sun is shining and it’s warm enough for tanktops and shorts. Autumn is preparing for bed. 

Preparing for bed means a good film or series, comfy pants and a sweater. Nice dinner. Hot chocolate and a biscuit. Or three. Punch and tea. A fire in the fireplace. The warmest, cosiest duvet imaginable. Autumn is enjoying the last sunshine and watching the leaves turn red. It’s a picnic in the park with thermos bottles and coats. It’s huddling together. It’s red and gold and orange and yellow. It’s that part of a book when everything’s changed but before the part that you love but hate because then everything changes again and gets horrible.

I like preparing for bed. It builds up the expectation for the next day full of adventures and awesomeness.

And yeah, I totally googled for pictures. Sorry.