Fall
This past Saturday morning, I woke up to the sound of rain. Even though the rain was falling, rays from the rising sun were shining through the kitchen window. This liquid sunshine is quite common to Hawai’i, and to some it’s considered a blessing for the day.
As much as I love the weather in Hawai’i, there are times when I’m a little envious of the change of seasons that others experience. Hawai’i doesn’t have the dramatic seasonal changes. The closet we come to a white Christmas is when we spray the Christmas tree with that white stuff from a can.
Outside of an increase in rain during the winter months, the weather is pretty much the same throughout the year. Because of our lack of seasons, there’s never a need to make dramatic changes in one’s wardrobe. The style of clothes that I wear in January are the same that are worn in July. The closest I come to layered clothing in Hawai’i is wearing underwear underneath my shorts.
The snowy winters that others experience always look fun, but I learned long ago that the fun of snow never lasts quite as long as the snow itself. I suppose of all the seasons, the one I am most envious of is Fall. Fall is such a great season with its dramatic autumn colors and cool brisk nights. The days of fall often require a thin jacket to be worn, but somehow it feels good to wear it. And the nights of Fall always promise cool sheets on the bed. The weather of Fall is like Baby Bear’s porridge, never too hot and never too cold, it’s just right.