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The Autumn Leaves Drift by my WindowPosted Wednesday, October 21, 2009, at 4:28 PM
I can never decide if spring or autumn is my favorite season. When one comes around during the year, I'm always convinced it's the best ... until it's time for the other. Finally, we've had a few beautiful fall days, where the still warm temperatures and rich blue skies are not a marker of a cold winter to come, but rather a summation of the year thus far.
There are so many wonderful things that come with the fall season. The beautiful leaves in all hues of red, orange and gold add a certain richness to the countryside. In the stores, new school clothes and supplies line the shelves, ready for the new academic year. Food is also an important part of fall for me. I love all things pumpkin and apple, along with kettle corn and gingerbread, and of course, Halloween candy. But my most favorite part of autumn is that it's marching band season.
The crisp mornings remind me of high school, standing on the practice field with my flag (I was in the colorguard) ready for rehearsal. The warm Saturday afternoons are just like the ones I spent at many a competition -- performing, watching and learning from other groups, waiting anxiously for results and spending time with dear friends. And the cool, starry nights hearken back to Friday night football games filled with friendly competition and school spirit. Even now, though it's been six years since I last marched, I get a little bit excited when I feel marching band in the air.
I know there are people who think that marching band is somewhat ridiculous, and perhaps it is. Who ever thought that instruments could achieve consistent, quality sounds in all weather conditions and while the players are moving at all speeds? And, why is it a good idea to take flagpoles and throw them around in the wind and rain, while trying to look graceful? Nevertheless, marching band is an established part of the high school experience, and one that certainly enriched those four years for me.
Sadly, the weather is supposed to turn cold again tomorrow, but I'm still hoping for an Indian summer later on, to bask in just a few more days of fall's splendor. What does fall remind you of, and what is your favorite part of the season?
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Sydney is a former staff writer for the Democrat-News. She received degrees from University of Missouri in both music and magazine journalism. She played oboe with the Marshall Philharmonic Orchestra and the Marshall Municipal Band while she was in Marshall.