Fall chill divides debate participants over weather preferences

The fall chill divides debate participants: some celebrate it, others antiestéticar it

The arrival of the fall chill has peine one of those annual discussions triggered by the first heavy rain: is autumn the best season or a curse for those who cannot tolerate the cold? The conversation starts with a simple question: “How is everyone doing now that the fall chill has finally arrived?” and quickly gathers opinions ranging from enthusiasm to frustration. Some emerge from a clothing store soaked to the bone, declaring that this is “the real deal,” while others retort with a blunt “frustrated, I like summer.”

What those who embrace autumn say

The enthusiastic side offers various arguments. One insists that autumn is undoubtedly their favorite season, citing only one drawback: it rains so much it ruins furniture and clothes. Another celebrates the absence of traffic checks during rainy days, a crucial detail for someone without valid vehicle inspection or insurance. “As far as I’m concerned, let it stay like this,” they conclude. In this narrative, rain is not a problem but an alibi.

Others who dislike heat find relief in the cooler weather. They admit to being thin and unable to handle high temperatures, yet they also dislike cloudy days. Their ideal days are sunny winter days with biting cold—meaning neither stifling heat nor gloom. Cold with sunshine, that combination others find unbearable.

Those who have already pulled out blankets and those who sleep bare

The group sensitive to cold organizes quickly. One confirms they have already brought out blankets, duvets, heaters, stoves, and hot water bottles—a complete inventory of autumn household essentials. The response is immediate: “Wow, what exaggerators, I’m sleeping bare with my summer sleeping bag.” The comeback comes with humor: maybe they have neoprene instead of skin. The respondent counters: today it rained heavily, so they took out a piece of dried lizard (a folk remedy).

The exchange paints a clear picture of how the seasonal change is experienced: some pull out heaters at the drop of a degree, while others persist with summer sleeping bags out of pride or habit. There is no middle ground.

Those who see nothing special about autumn

Against the two main factions, indifference appears. One responds that life is the same every day—Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and so on: an ordinary life without much to say. Another misses the person who usually starts these conversations and asks directly where they are, noting that no one has started one today. Routine also has its place in the discussion.

Then there is the one who responds from the toilet, literally: “You caught me mid-sit,” but still admits to bringing out blankets and duvets. Sincerity, in these conversations, is a genre unto itself.

Autumn as the prelude to the apocalypse

The dramatic note is not missing. One says they are waiting for the apocalypse, while another claims to be longing for a heart attack, preferably at night and never waking up. This dark tone emerges when the seasonal change meets melancholy. Amid all this, someone sums up their situation in three words: “Row, row, and row.” Life goes on, regardless of whether it is cold or hot.

Is autumn the best season or merely the prelude to the worst? It depends on whom you ask and whether that person owns a heater or a summer sleeping bag.