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Cuffing Season is Right Around the Corner
And Here I Am, Still Single
I never even heard the term, “cuffing season” until my brilliant friend and also writer Kerensa Cadenas was the subject of some pretty fun reading about it.
If you are not in the know, “cuffing season” is that pseudo-autumn time period where humans (apparently) feel something of a pull to emotionally and physically connect themselves to another human, in time for the chilly fall and winter ahead. It’s akin to “sweater weather,” but may involve less clothing, if all goes well.
The weather here in Baltimore has most certainly not turned crisp, and not a single leaf has fallen, but nonetheless we’re all on the lookout for the shorter days ahead when my beloved Patterson Park will be ablaze with changing colors and the crunch of new-fallen deciduous death is underfoot. It’s the time of pumpkin spice and colorful scarves, and dare I say it? Comfy polar fleece vests. (Not coats, mind you, just vests.)
I admittedly enjoy fall. Not as much as summer, with its desperate heat and promise of beach days (which rarely happen for me, but I am eternally optimistic). Autumn itself is a doorway of sorts, and it’s pretty, and yes, I am your typical middle-class white girl, so enough of that.
