Corine HarpeI have always loved season changes. My favorite are the spring and summer because I prefer warmer weather, but there is a certain beautiful anticipation and recollection of old memories that comes with changes in the season.
I also believe that we ultimately grow tired of the weather in each particular season. No matter how many days I enjoy wearing shorts and applying sunscreen, toward the end of August I can’t help but feel giddy thinking of crunchy leaves, boots, sweaters and apple cider. I like to think of it as nature’s way of reminding us that change is good.
The transition into autumn is one of the best times for me because the world is enveloped in my favorite color, orange.
A common question throughout childhood, especially on first-day-of-school icebreaker questionnaires, was “What is your favorite color?,” and I always remember being annoyed. At the time I did not actually have a favorite color, and that question irritated me because people would always answer with the same thing: blue, red, green. I considered it to be a boring, filler question.
Throughout school, my favorite color changed with whatever I felt was most popular with my peers, which most of the time was blue, sometimes green. Looking back, my decisions are interesting because they indicate more of a concern over being accepted by others than a need for individuality.