The Cozy Interlude

We talk about the end of summer and then winter, but what about autumn? How is it forgotten? The season where you can still have warm days but also rainy, cold ones. You might still be able to swim a bit, or run in shorts, but also turn on the heat, go under the blankets, and watch Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings.

Autumn is a season where you can sit inside a coffee shop, enjoying cheesecake by a real fireplace, but also sit outside with an Aperol spritz on ice. It's a time when your dog might try on a new coat – or maybe not. The falling leaves are often seen as a sign of summer’s end, but they’re also an invitation to run through piles of them or experience the gentle leaf fall while driving down a country road.

It’s a time to open the windows at night, not because of heat, but to feel a breeze, a coldness that isn’t yet unbearable. It’s a moment to look up at the clouds and know there are still many sunny days ahead. What an injustice this mental jump from summer to winter is, skipping over autumn, a season as beautiful and special as spring.

Autumn isn’t the death of summer; it’s a reprieve, a cozy pause before nature gears up for the next swimming season. This human drive to constantly push forward, to keep turning the wheels, overlooks the beauty in cycles. That gradual change helps us prepare for the dead of winter, which itself is a beautiful season of contemplation, coziness, and soul recharging.