For me, it’s gotta be fall. So much happens in the fall, there’s a kind of electricity in the air as everything gets ready for winter. My favourite holiday is Halloween—the night when the veil between this world and the next is at its thinnest; and it’s based on the Celtic holiday of Samhaine ("saw-eh-nah"), which is the last big blow out before winter, and incidentally the Celtic new year. It’s also great excuse to get drunk and act like a fool or an otherworldly creature (it is the night when spirits walk after all). The season seems to bring up what I can only describe as an ancestral memory—it makes me think of pagan festivals and ancient nature magic.

It may also have something to do with an episode of Space: Above and Beyond (remember, a Starship-Troopers-esque show about space marines?). In the episode, one of the main characters described how Fall was a desperate time, when everything knows its about to die, or at least hibernate for a long time. It’s the season of last chances, which I respond to as a steadfast procrastinator… anyway, her soliloquy summed up everything I felt about it, plus she was hot and I was a teenager… so, well, anyway—bring on the Autumn!