"I love fall."
These are the words that you will hear uttered from the mouths of every twenty-something female in the coming weeks. I feel for you. I love fall.
We have one dominant season in Calgary, and it is winter. For something ridiculous like eight months out of the year it is beyond cold and the ground is littered with snow. Eventually, the snow will melt, and we'll all be momentarily glad, because, well, wouldn't you be if it were thirty below for what feels like forever? Summer is okay, but it, quite like winter, boasts harsh temperatures. It is so hot that it is nearly unbearable.
I understand why there is an obsession with fall. In my experience, the autumn most dearest to my heart is the one that I spent in Victoria. The weather conditions remained steady; temperate as they are on the West Coast. The grass was green and the flowers continued to bloom, but the leaves still fell. There is a certain "air" of fall in Victoria that I can't properly explain. It was quite like anything I'd ever experienced in Calgary, or perhaps I'd simply taken my experience here for granted. Autumn in Calgary. Well, it is short. It's so fleeting−blink and you will absolutely miss it. There have been a few mornings where I have opted for warm coffee as opposed to iced, and I've begun wearing light jackets and sweaters. Those are the tell-tale signs that it's nearly here.