Dear Fall,
You were never really my favorite season. I’ve always preferred the fresh flowers of spring & the warm nights of summer. I’m sorry, but I’m just not a fan of your crunchy orange leaves or pumpkin spice anything for that matter. However, this isn’t a letter to bash you. I’m actually writing to thank you. Here’s what I’m thankful for:
- Your normalcy
With 2020 being one of the strangest years of my life, it feels great to see some familiar things. Seeing pumpkins in the stores and Halloween decorations were able to bring me the tiniest bit of comfort in this time of unwavering uncertainty. I know that I said I’m not exactly a pumpkin spice fan, but it still felt nice to physically see pumpkins displayed in stores. I couldn’t help but get excited about carving pumpkins with my roommates this year! Thank you for giving me a sense of normalcy this year.
- For your holidays
Even though they’ll look a little differently this year, I’m extremely excited for Halloween and Thanksgiving. I probably won’t attend any Halloween parties, but I’m totally fine with watching Halloween movie marathons with my friends. Thanksgiving may not be spent visiting my large family, but I will still have plenty of great food and memories. Thank you for hosting two amazing holidays.
- For the hope you inspire
These circumstances are not what I would’ve liked, but you’ve given me a lot to be hopeful for. Since you’re the last season in the year 2020, I’m hoping you’ll bring us a bit of good news (like a new president, for example). Maybe you’ll bring us a safe vaccine, an end to the pandemic, and a sense of union that we desperately need. I know you never promised us any of these things, but there’s nothing wrong with a little hope here and there.
I hope with this letter that we can find a middle ground. I still don’t like you very much, but I know we can still compromise on this. Who knows? Maybe I’ll make an exception for Fall 2020, but only if you’ll keep bringing your familiarity, magical holidays, and keep inspiring hope.