I think it’s become a bit of a cliché to say, but fall is my favorite time of year. Growing up in San Diego fall didn’t really exist. Upon moving to San Francisco fall became slightly more of a season, rather than just a change of weather, but nothing like fall in other parts of the world.
But now I’m in Scotland and fall is alive and well! Warm autumnal colors are falling from the trees; deep ambers, crimson reds, and fiery oranges . The air has become crisp and the breeze consistent. Winter is being beckoned.
It’s not too cold as to avoid the outdoors, so in the morning I’ve been bundling up and going for runs on the outskirts of the village. In doing so I’ve discovered a meandering stream with a path alongside it, here the rich colors of fall are in full effect.
My fun summer music has given way to the melancholy music I associate with fall. Radiohead, Bon Iver, Cat Power, Laura Marling, Beach House, and my particular favorite Coldplay. I don’t know what it is about Coldplay’s 2nd album Rush of Blood to the Head, but upon hearing the pounding drums on ‘Politik’, I’m instantly taken back to the fall I spent studying in London.
London was the first time I felt like I truly experienced fall. There, smells of roasting chestnuts and mulling wine permeate the autumn air, and low sun casts shadows upon the cobblestone streets. The great parks, Regents, St James, and Hyde drop their leaves in vast amounts, and I imagine the grounds keepers have a different take on fall than I.
American influence is beginning to take affect all over the UK as most shops now have Halloween decorations, decorative gourds, and cornucopias in their windows. Though finding pumpkin flavored treats like lattes and baked goods are non existent, sadly.
So as clichéd as it might be, I’ll be spending the rest of October and November reading fall fashion magazines, playing in autumn leaves, sipping on hot cider, and enjoying every last bit of warm sunlight until the long, cold winter lays its claim on county Fife.