In my after school class, we were having a discussion about weather and seasons. I asked my students to tell me what their favorite season was and why. Turning the question on me, I answered that I loved fall the most, followed by winter.
"Winter?!" my students exclaimed. "Why do you like winter? It's so cold!"
"Exactly," I replied. "I love cold weather and snow."
"Do you live in house of ice and snow?"
"You mean an igloo?"
"Yes. Teacher, are you like Eskimo?"
"No, not an Eskimo. I just like snow a lot."
"Why not summer?"
"I like summer too, but fall and winter are still my favorites."
Afterwards, my students kept eyeing me curiously, trying to decide if indeed I was an Eskimo, polar bear, or some kind of strange creature who prefers bitter cold over summer's heat. I do like summer, and even summer in Korea to an extent, but after a few weeks of humid heat and almost constant, sudden downpours, I start wishing for the more comfortable weather of fall. I even start to think about snow, and wonder how much this winter will bring.
I've got my wish--cooler temperatures during the day and a chill at night and in the mornings. I'm actually enjoying being outside rather than feeling like I need yet another shower. I love the clear blue skies filled with puffy clouds that make your eyes hurt from the brightness. Fall fruit makes its appearance, and I can justify hot coffee and tea again. Out comes colorful layers, scarves, boots, light jackets, and closed-toe shoes. Ah, fall...and winter...