Elka and I have different perspectives on fall.
She likes pouncing at the leaves when they blow. She likes sniffing around leaf piles, because to her, they must just be this magical collection of smells.
Me, fall means summer is over (even though it isn't officially fall yet, it's fall. Leaves have changed, they're on the ground. QED.) Summer is my favorite season, Winter least favorite, so Fall is that uncomfortable preview of what's to come. I saw three robins the other day, all together. They must have just packed for their trip, because this morning was the first time I had frost on the car windows.
There are days in Winter here when you don't see the sun. Weeks, last winter, and it was miserably cold. I feel like the summer never quite got there, just a week or so here and there of truly hot weather. Plus, I hurt my ankle in May, so wasted a lot of it (I feel like it's 100% now, so hopefully we'll continue that way).
But Elka, well, she likes almost everything. She doesn't like being cold, that's true, but we have a hoodie and a fleece vest for that. She can get up on the couch or get in bed and have a blanket. She loves playing in snow, loves it more than leaves.
And you know, it's one of the times I look to Elka to teach me. Achieving Elka zen would be a pretty great thing indeed!