Reprise: Why Are We Thinking About Winter Now?

Note: I’m moving this one up the line from last night because it bears more attention.

I was in City Park this evening, and you know, the place almost looked forlorn. The last gasps of summer were fast drifting by as the sun set, and I was just about the only person in that large expanse. Can it be only a month or so ago that the place was still teeming with activity at 8pm; tonite at 8pm, darkness had come by then and everyone cleared outta there. I view the shortening of the days with mixed emotions. On one hand, things will (hopefully) get back to normal around here. On the other hand, shorter days mean the passing of the seasons, and I for one, just don’t like the ever-earlier onslaught of darkness as it gets close to winter. Hmmm, how about that. I’m fretting about winter when fall isn’t even here yet. Doesn’t “summer” technically end sometime in September? — CDADave/Thin Air.

DFO : CDADave and Mari Meehan/Dogwalk Musings have both mentioned the coming of winter in recent blog posts. And most of us are thinking about the first blast of old Jack Frost rather then looking forward to another beautiful Indian summer.

Question: Why do we torture ourselves this way? Why do we greet Labor Day with a grim realization that winter’s on the way, rather than fall?