I want to say that autumn makes me miss home like no other season--but I'd be lying. Because the truth is that fall in Southwestern Ontario is never quite crisp enough, winter is too damp and grey, and summer is meaningless when you're trapped in smog and the days are too short.
But fall in Ontario does has a couple of things going for it. First, the trees here turn a deeper shade of autumn. (I press their leaves between my journal pages with fascination, but they never remain quite the same hue.) And instead of feeling the regret for a season lost (the kind of remorse that only sets in further as the snow sticks to the ground in Alberta), there's a sense of opportunity. Unlike my hometown, at least Ontario experiences a full four seasons. (Count them--four! Cold Lake just has winter and the four months in between.)
But fall in Ontario does has a couple of things going for it. First, the trees here turn a deeper shade of autumn. (I press their leaves between my journal pages with fascination, but they never remain quite the same hue.) And instead of feeling the regret for a season lost (the kind of remorse that only sets in further as the snow sticks to the ground in Alberta), there's a sense of opportunity. Unlike my hometown, at least Ontario experiences a full four seasons. (Count them--four! Cold Lake just has winter and the four months in between.)
