It’s official: Hello October! Get ready for hot cocoa and woolen scarves. Crimson crunchy leaves underfoot. Soft, golden late day sun. Chocolate cupcakes and pumpkin-colored sprinkles. Witches and goblins are nigh! It’s here, it’s here!
I grew up in Florida so we didn’t have real seasons. Mostly it was perfect, then warm, then perfectly hot and humid. Then perfect again. And it could change from one day to the next. And don’t forget about those afternoon hells-bells thunderstorms that could start and stop in ten minutes. Summer, all the time.
Then I moved to Boston for college and was introduced to autumn. Wow. What a wondrous place to experience your first autumn. My hair looked perfect for the first time in my life. I joke but that’s half the reason I can’t move home! The majestic brownstones and worn cobblestone streets. Flickering gas-lit lanterns over doorsteps. The smell of chimneys in the air. Everything in glorious warm shades of ruby, marigold and burnt sienna. Can I stay here forever?
And now autumn in New York. Why does it feel so inviting? Is there nothing finer than a stroll through Central Park listening to Ella croon about dreamers and lovers? Take your beloved’s hand. Pull them in a little closer and soak it in. Autumn in New York can be whatever you want it to: the promise of something new, or that ache in your heart. And when we’re ready, let us fill ourselves with a scone and a cup of something warm. Or maybe something a little stronger…I’m right at home…