Don't hate me, but I think fall is actually something like your pinky toe- it doesn't mean much to you unless you lose it. I mean, the colors are nice and all, and apple cider is great, but we all lived for many years, decades even, without going stark raving mad about it. For the tropical expats, missing fall makes sense. Like a pinky toe, life seems just slightly unbalanced without it, but I don't know, it's also quite livable. For everybody else, I don't understand the craze. Or perhaps it is my imagination and people have been this excited for fall my whole life and I was too busy dreading winter to notice. Maybe the subtle excitement of the natives is being blown out of proportion in my mind by the over excitement of everyone around me.
Seriously though, is it just me? Is this whole We Love Fall thing as recent a fad as I think it is? Either way, I'm going to go turn the AC down another degree or two, find a blanket, and see if I can dig up a YouTube episode of Charlie Brown and the Great Pumpkin. I'll come out again when spring comes.