I know, I know. This is not actual fall. This is the false fall that everyone warned me about. Still, it feels nice while it lasts. All those crisp breezes and cool temperatures awaken something in my soul every single time. I get fooled into thinking that real and true fall has arrived. Then it gets hot again and I feel betrayed.
Maybe I should lower my expectations for the weather and just enjoy what I get. Actually, I think that applies to life. Instead of wishing my circumstances were different and being miserable that I’m not exactly where I want to be, I just enjoy my life and learn to look for and appreciate the good things instead of complaining.
Or I could just appreciate the fact that Tennessee weather is — and will always remain — absolutely nuts.