Transition

The cool mornings and perfectly warm afternoons are the ideal combination of summer and winter. We generally welcome this state of change, but at times there are complaints of the requirement of layers of clothing, the leaves that clog our gutters and car hoods, the busy-ness that so often occurs during this time of year. But typically, most people agree that it is pleasant for its weather and colors and excuses to drink cider and eat pumpkin-y things. The season of transition between the two more extreme seasons is cozy and amicable, and also known as autumn.

Fall, spring, engagement, pregnancy, pre-season football, vapor . . . all states of change between a more well defined condition. Anything defined by waiting for the temperature to set in, a new life to begin, an all consuming event to ensue should have a word. Otherwise, when asked what you are doing these days, you end up stumbling over half lies and exaggerated truths that sound like trying to describe the aches and joys of pregnancy to a man. And if you are anything like me, having a singular word to describe your state of limbo without giving away too much information would eliminate pounds of anxiety.

Because the truth is, transitions are all very similar. They can be frustrating and unnerving and stressful when surrounded by the hot and cold of it. But the moments of in between are pleasant, blissful, perhaps even satisfying.

So, I suppose that change is ultimately positive – it brings a new season, a new status, something new – the state of transition, though, it needs a word. Then you can just tell people, “It’s fall.” And wait for the knowing response, “Ahh.”