Thursday, September 04, 2008

I Love Houston in the Fall

(To the tune to “I Love Paris”)

I love Houston in the spring time
I love Houston in the fall
I [don’t] love Houston in the summer when it sizzles
I love Houston in the winter when it drizzles

But I especially love Houston in the fall. Today was the first day of fall for us. It’s funny, because Tuesday, exactly one day after Labor Day, I walked outside in the morning and I felt a difference in the air. I told my husband and he didn’t agree. He said he felt the same.

Last night we went to dinner with my step-daughter on her last night. She’s been an evacuee here from New Orleans. When we got home we felt the difference in the night air. It wasn’t as humid.

This morning I walked out and I felt an even bigger difference. There was a cool breeze! I was shocked! I can’t believe that as early as September 4 we are actually feeling the first coolness of fall. Is it actually here? I realize it may go away and then come back, but I’ll take whatever it’s willing to give us for now.

It's the feeling of football games, homecoming, and going to school. "Don't you love (New York) Houston in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address." (From You’ve Got Mail)

Fall and spring are dangerous times for me. They are the times of year when I feel the most restless. They are the times when I am the most dangerous. I’ve made life altering decisions when the weather is cool and the days are beautiful. That’s good and not good. So let me strap myself down to something before I do something crazy.


Moose said...

Fall has hit Denmark early as well... makes me homesick for Texas.

Fall is the feeling of the Texas Renaissance, Thanksgiving, and delicious candy corn. It's the season where all the witches and scary boogies can come out and play.

Unknown said...

I love Fall in SoCal, when the nights are in the 70's instead of the 80's. Giggle.