One of my favorite seasonal transitions is the gradual shift from summer to autumn, from the lazy, lingering warmth to crisp, cool weather partnered with an array of bright colors. The close of summer is reminiscent of the final nail in the coffin of vacation, even as one grows older and is no longer in school. The last few days of summer almost resemble a call for sloth and lassitude--enjoyment of slow activity, quiet moments, and ignoring of "To Do" lists.
After hibernating in air-conditioned quarters for what seems like an eternity but which in reality is only a summer, autumn's refreshing mixture of warmth and chill is welcome and strangely both soothing and invigorating. One can comfortably wander outdoors with arms covered or bare and marvel at Nature's art show on display and crunchy, crackly auditory accompaniments. Sandwiched between two seasons of extreme temperatures, autumn carries with it an inexplicable energy and mystique equaled by no other time of year.
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