The word “fall” (for autumn) is one of those American things I can’t do without.
I love the soft sound of the word, which in my mind is a very different word from the kind of fall that brings you crashing to the ground. Fall the season reminds me of the fall of a soft fabric, of letting go and falling into a soft featherbed.
And then of course there are fall colors. That’s a much more satisfying expression than “autumn colours” to me. And here in Aberdeen we are seeing some fall color. We don’t have the eye-popping kind of fall colors that you get in New England, for example, except that I think our blueberry bushes come pretty close. In the late afternoon light their colours were singing.