The word “fall” is usually bad. You never want to fall down, fall behind, fall short or be the fall guy.
Sometimes, interpreting fall depends on context. Falling asleep in your bed at the end of the day is the best. At the dinner table? Not so much.
Falling in love, of course, is the pinnacle of the ef-a-double-el. Swoon.
But my favorite fall of all is fall in its simplest, seasonal form. Otherwise known as autumn. It’s the time, at least in my Central Californian neighborhood, where the tourists thin out and the weather improves.
Goodbye, fog. Hello, heat waves and northwest swell waves.
This weekend marks the unofficial end of summer in the U.S., a three day weekend that I’m currently taking advantage of. But come Tuesday I’ll be falling in love with fall once again. Maybe I’ll buy a pumpkin.