Falling in Love with Fall
Clever title, right? I know. I have a way with words.
Back home in Alaska, we say that we have two seasons; winter, and construction season. It’s cold, dark and snowy from October until April, and as soon as the snow starts showing signs of melting, construction starts on the roads, fixing all the upheavals and potholes
and other miscellaneous damages caused by the harsh winter. This goes on until October, and the cycle starts all over again. I’m not even kidding, that’s seriously it. There’s a span of about two weeks that I suppose you could call fall if you were really excited about it, but once the leaves start to fall off the trees, everything freezes and it starts to snow. Fall is more like a myth than a reality there.
I had always heard that fall in New England was a really big deal, but I found it really hard to believe that people would drive all the way up here to look at a bunch of red leaves. When I told people that I would be moving to Massachusetts for school, they would get really, really excited about it, and tell me that I would absolutely love the fall and that I would be totally in love with it and it’s amazing and so on and so forth. Frankly, I didn’t really believe them. I mean, how exciting could a bunch of leaves really be, right?
Apparently, much more exciting than I had thought. In mid-September, one lone tree right outside my residence hall began shedding leaves. But these were no ordinary leaves; they were yellow, orange, and red, and they were, to be honest, a marvelous fall spectacle. While I appreciated the aesthetics and the change of scenery, I still wasn’t as impressed as all my Alaskan associates told me I should be. I mostly just pretended to be impressed, just to appease everyone.
Fast forward a few weeks to yesterday, the first official day of Fall Break. I was still at Clark for the first day or so of break, and staying on an empty campus made me feel like Harry Potter when he stays at Hogwarts for Christmas because he doesn’t have a home to go to.
As I was walking from my residence hall to go get some brunch, I lifted my gaze from the ground, and began to take in my surroundings. With the distractions of chatty friends and the stress of schoolwork, I always considered myself to busy to take a second and soak in my surroundings. And guess what? They’re beautiful. I knew Clark was a beautiful campus, but, until the other day, I never realized that fall had transformed the campus into a mystical red and yellow wonderland. Everyone in Alaska was right; fall is absolutely incredible.
The best part about it is that we’re just getting started. There’s more fall coming, and I’m fully prepared to enjoy it.
This post is dedicated to a like-minded fall enthusiast, Mason Wick