I’m all for a good seasonal recap, so here we go: The sound of winter is silence. The sound of spring is pause. The sound of summer is people. And the rustle of fall—the sound I’m currently embracing—is the purge. Gosh, I really need to rethink winter. The alliteration situation alone could keep me up at night. Anyway. Fall. In Florida, fall meant hurricane season. Rain, the hope of less humidity, and keeping an eye on whatever storm was forming next. We had fall decorations and fall drinks and a collective willingness to pretend it was sweater weather. I participated wholeheartedly. I have...