Some of you reading this are summer people. I get that. I not only tolerate you, but I celebrate you as well. If you had your way, it would be endless eternal summer.

I on the other hand sweat a lot. I do not enjoy hot humid days. In fact, the only thing that redeems summer for me is being near an ocean or lake or pool.

As a kid, summer meant two months of freedom from school. Now as a working adult, summer is pretty much the same, only with hotter temperatures.

I’ll take the ber months — September, October, November, December. Give me cooler temperatures so I can wear flannel. I hold to the axiom that it’s easier to add layers when you are cold than it is to remove them when you are hot.

Again, I say to the summer people, enjoy your months of hot weather, but give me my small window of autumn. Let me walk outside without instantly breaking into a sweat and feeling like I’m breathing with a hot towel wrapped around my face. Let me enjoy the outdoors without fear that my deodorant will fail and I will smell.

Besides, most of the good holidays are in the fall. Spring has Easter. Summer has the 4th of July. But Fall has the glorious trifecta of Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.

For those of you who love fall, I see you. You are my people. We can sit in the air conditioning and count down the days until the best season of all begins.