Though fall officially began last week, the weather waited until Monday morning to make the change. And what a change!
Lows have been in the high 40s and low 50s, with high temperatures only barely nearing 80. For Mason, that's weather we don't usually see till late October; but, I'm more than willing to welcome it.
Last night, on the drive home, I saw deer running about, a covey of quail running down the road, and lots of critters scurrying about. I'm fairly sure that all of the animals have taken note of the changing season and are enjoying the weather as much as I.
Our weather, like much of the nation, is an anomaly. Yesterday, Los Angeles broke high temperature records going back to the late 1800s. Meanwhile, the midwest is suffering severe flooding from old tropical systems that have been lazily making their way up the middle of the country.
Early this morning, a tropical low formed in the Caribbean. Forecasters are having trouble pinning down just what it's going to do, as the system is more akin to Pacific monsoon systems that don't normally exist in the Atlantic and Gulf regions.
I figure that the weather, like everything else, is simply spinning out of order. It seems that everything around the world these days is not happening the way it once did, so why should Mother Nature follow any established routines?
I am looking forward to enjoying Friday night football games with cool temperatures rather than hot and humid nights. Football weather is supposed to be a bit crisp and nippy, though usually not until later in the season. The guys down on the field have been more comfortable lately than the fans in the bleachers, so this should help that situation considerably.
The weather also arrives just in time for the opening of archery season. The deer I saw on Monday evening may have just been practicing their sprints ahead of the hunters; but, I'm fairly sure the cool weather triggered some memory of what always happens at this time of year, so....
Fall, like spring, also triggers an emotional response in me. I feel more lethargic and move a bit slower. It's not so much that the temperatures slow me down, it's more that I feel inclined to savor every moment and to take my time in the things I'm doing. Unlike the spring, I don't feel quite so energized; but, more calm and satisfied.
Of course, it is Texas, so I shouldn't get too accustomed to the weather. It will change as it always does, and there's no guessing which way it will go. We may have another hot spell, or we could have snowstorms!
That's okay, too. I relish seeing the changing of the seasons, and have started comparing them to those I've seen before in my life. One thing I know for sure, we will all be missing these days soon enough.
It’s all just my opinion.