I’ve lived in the northern U.S. my entire life. My identity and moods are extremely dependant on the season. There are certain albums that I can listen to any time and they will always make me think of a particular season.
For some reason I thought of preseason football just now. Not because I’m some insane sports fan who always has to have football in my life. It was totally random. And as soon as I thought about it, I got a slight chill and started thinking about Fall.
I love Fall. It’s my favorite season, even more than Summer. In my opinion, it’s the best season by far. I can’t remember a single Summer that has ever delivered on the promise it seemed to hold, but Fall always cheers me up. I associate Fall with school (even though I’m done with school) and football, and I always feel like it brings a new beginning, even though it’s technically the beginning of the end, season-wise.
For whatever reason, red leaves and football just entered my thoughts and it made me kinda depressed. Not because I’m not looking forward to Fall, but because my thinking about it makes me think that maybe this Summer is going to end up like all the rest. Maybe I should lay low and not try too hard or expect too much out of this summer. I’m bound to be disappointed.
I just can’t seem to take advantage of Summer opportunities, and that’s soured me on the entire season. Fall seems adventurous, as everyone tries to hold on to the last bits of Summer, yet conservative, as everyone prepares themselves for the cold days ahead. Fall fits my personality: a laid-back, traditional person who picks his spots and occasionally dives headfirst into something different.
Come to Salinqmind! We are one spirit in two bodies! 
I can’t wait for Fall, either. Summer can kiss my ass. I could go into a million reasons, but all summer means to me is heat rash, bugs, sweating, and depression. If I hear one more weather forecaster order me to “get out there and enjoy it” on a 90- degree day, I will go to the TV station, find his car, and let the air out of all his tires.
I live in San Diego. What is this “fall” you speak of ? Or “winter” for that matter ? 
Have you ever noticed that 3-4 month gap between wildfires? That’s winter.
Fall is what those who do not live in SoCal call Second Spring, which falls between summer and winter.
I hate to wish my life away - it seems to be going by so quickly anyway - but I summer is the worst time of year for me.
However, so far this summer has been very mild and I haven’t started wishing my life away yet.
I *am *looking forward to football baby!
No summer here yet in Vermont. It’s been 20 degrees below normal, and it’s rained on 95% of the days. Fall in July, kill me! Seriously, who in America wears long pants and sweatshirts on the 4th of July?
So yeah, I’m thinking about Fall, since it’s already here. And I’m depressed about it.
Fall in Southern California is when the trees are supposed to change into beautiful colors, but they don’t–they just become gray with the months of accumulated grime remaining on their leaves since the long forgotten last rain. It’s when the temperature is supposed to cool off, but doesn’t, instead becoming even hotter as Santa Ana winds race down from the eastern deserts and dry out your throat until it feels like a used ashtray, and toss about all of the garbage that has previous stayed out of sight. It’s when the sunlight becomes a pathetic, pale, sickly light filtered through the sagging smog. It’s when any trace of natural green has turned to brown, arid fodder for fires that start out of nowhere and cover our world with ghostly ash.
And then you have to go back to school.
Fall sucks.
(Here at, least.)
I always liked Spring. The temperatures aren’t usually ideal, but towards the end of the season it usually gets really nice. And you still have plenty of great weather up ahead. It’s kinda like Friday. You still have to work, but you know Saturday is the next day.
Summer is Saturday. No school, no work (for us teachers), and even though it ends, Fall, which is Sunday, is better than winter.
And then there’s winter. That’s definitely Monday, followed by Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday: November, December, January, and February.
We’re just finishing four days in a row of 90+ heat and I’m sick of it. I don’t have AC, and even if I did, it doesn’t help outside.
My perfect temperature is 72. Those are the best days weather-wise.
This summer, with constant brutally hot westerly winds (high 90’s for most of June) has really soured me on Florida, enough that I may be looking to move back north (native Ohioan, lived in NJ for a few years). Have a Sept. vacation I’m planning into the Adirondacks/Catskills, and I can’t wait to leave the broiling pan here. Always loved snowy winters too.