Dear Autumn Enthusiasts,
You know who you are. This morning, you woke up feeling a flutter of excitement as you sensed the first whispers of cooler air (even if it was just your imagination). “Autumn is coming!” you proclaimed to the world, eager to share your joy.
You adore fall, don’t you? Sweaters, football games, vibrant foliage, and the thrill of a new school year. And of course, pumpkin spice lattes! You couldn’t resist posting about it, tagging every social media platform with #PSL, letting everyone know how much you cherish this season.
But I need to be honest with you, my dear friends. This may come as a shock, but I’m feeling a bit… well, resentful.
Now, don’t panic! This is just a temporary phase. By mid-November, I’ll be back to cheering you on. Just wait until your colorful leaves turn to mushy sludge, your beloved sweaters have lost their charm, and the skies settle into that dreary gray hue that will linger until spring. Then, I’ll be all ears again.
For now, however, I’m harboring some serious envy towards you and your fall-loving crew. And I believe I can speak for my fellow sunshine seekers when I say:
- When you pin those stunning images of leather boots and cozy scarves to your “I Love Fall!” board, we feel a little piece of our soul wither. Sure, we might re-pin them, but let’s be honest—our boots won’t see daylight until late October, and even then, we’ll feel like impostors as the sweat gathers between our toes.
- When you share your tantalizing recipes for pumpkin pancakes and pumpkin spice everything (seriously, enough with the pumpkin!), we’re battling a mix of jealousy and irritation wrapped in a pumpkin-apple-cinnamon blanket.
- When your Instagram feeds are filled with breathtaking shots of fiery maple trees, we want to scream—but the steering wheel is too hot to bang our heads against.
- When you brag about the delicious homemade applesauce wafting from your kitchen after a day of apple-picking, we’re stuck inside with the A/C blasting, cursing the weatherman reporting yet another week of triple-digit temperatures.
- When you dress your little ones in matching fall-themed outfits for a photo op at the pumpkin patch, we’re busy slathering sunscreen on ours, trying to avoid the heat while pretending to enjoy our own version of fall festivities.
- And as you cheer for your college team in cozy knit hats and warm cider, we’re watching the game from indoors, wishing for a chill that just won’t come.
And don’t even get me started on that first pumpkin spice latte photo you post! We’re filled with jealousy over the crunch of leaves and the scents of cinnamon and nutmeg wafting through the air. While we’ll inevitably order our own #PSL and post about it (with a touch of bitterness), it’s not the same.
But hey, I get it. You’ll be feeling the same kind of frustration come March when I’m sharing sunny pics of my kids frolicking in the sprinklers while sipping on a refreshing drink. I know the feeling well, but I still can’t help but feel a pang of annoyance.
After all, there’s a reason Starbucks has never dropped an iced pumpkin spice latte—it’s because it would taste like bottled bitterness.
Until November rolls around,
Your friend in a sunny location
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Summary
This playful letter expresses the author’s humorous frustration with fall-loving friends who revel in autumn traditions like pumpkin spice lattes and cozy sweaters. While acknowledging the seasonal differences, the author shares a light-hearted perspective on the envy that arises when friends celebrate the joys of fall, contrasting it with the heat of their own climate.