|My favorite season, as seen in Dead Poet's Society|
More than any other season, fall inspires me.
I’ve never been a summer person—the heat that drags on into early September, the sunburns, the loosening of structure that initially feels rejuvenating but ends up contributing to my procrastination. Nope. Bring on fall. There’s that September shift in the light that’s happening right now, and a new coolness in the air. And fall reminds me of (romanticized) academia and new beginnings—the excitement of students meeting one another for the first time, charming brick buildings, strolls and conversation on campus, the inherent coziness of reading and writing. You know, the stuff of Dead Poets Society and Rudy (movies which border on schmaltzy education-porn, but I still love).
It’s funny that in a season where everything is, essentially, falling apart, there is such palpable energy in the air. Or maybe that’s where the energy comes from…all those leaves preparing to crumble and collapse.
Are you with me on this one? What’s your creative season of choice?