There is a very distinct feeling that comes over me as the weather grows colder and the days get shorter. That feeling is – bundly. Ok, that’s not a feeling—or a real word. But I think it fits, and I’d like to introduce it into our modern vocabulary. If LOL can be a word, why can’t bundly?
Bundly (noun): a feeling one gets during the colder months, especially October as fall settles in an sets up camp. It is a feeling of nostalgia for falls past—for persimmons, cloves, and sweaters. It is the feeling one gets when one smells that unique heater smell once more (dust particles heating up? Who knows what causes that smell?) It is the feeling of wearing two pairs of socks, gloves, and a scarf to go out.
Sometimes I don’t bundle up enough at first in the fall, and I feel like I’ve let myself down. It happened today—I have on 3 long-sleeve shirts and 2 pairs of socks, but I wore my pinkn converse (fashion statement) and ought to have gone for some thicker materialed-shoes—the cold seeps in so easily. And yet, it’s not winter, it’s fall—so I can find the sun easy enough still and bask in it like a cat, and warm right up. In the winter, mistakes like these will be more painful. Fall is a chance to practice again bundling up against the cold.
I say all this as a native Californian, someone who has never spent a winter in the snow. I have no idea what real seasons are like, according to everyone I’ve ever met who’s lived in colder climates. So, I can only speak to my experience of fall, and I fucking love it. I love how people get stupid for pumpkin right now—because I get stupid for pumpkin, too. I love pumpkin and pumpkin spice and all things pumpkin-ified. And when we lose an hour, I gripe, but the next day when the sun is out at 6 am, I rejoice in the beauty of falling back!
One of my favorite things about this season is The Simpsons Treehouse of Horror episodes. I’ve missed a few of the more recent seasons, but I’ve seen the older ones over and over—5, 6, 10 times. I love some of the episodes so much. I used to watch these episodes with my Dad, and as an adult it’s always been a way for me to remember and honor these memories in the fall, rewatching the episodes. It feels like he’s there with me, laughing aloong at all the Simpsons’ antics.
It feels so beautiful to experience all of the seasons each year, each year creating a new layer of memories onto all the memories of that season past. Each season has its special goodness-es and aspects I look forward to—right now, I stand in fall’s glory.