Dimon Kendrick-Holmes

On Monday, I observed the autumnal equinox for the first time in my life.

I’ve never been much for marking the start of a season. It's fall when the leaves are turning gold and dropping from the maple tree in my front yard.

It's fall when I don't break out in a sweat raking up those leaves and putting them in one of those big paper bags.

It's fall when I long for the good old days of taking out my leaf blower and creating a massive wall of leaves along the curb and then watching a vacuum truck appear and suck them all up.

It's fall when those things happen, not when the calendar says so.

It's fall when it feels like fall.

On Monday, it didn't exactly feel like fall. The temperature was 81 degrees, down from 88 on Saturday but heading back to 88 on Wednesday.

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