Fall’s not so guilty pleasures
Enjoyed one of my last scooter ride of the year. Soon, I will have to store it for the winter and get back on the subway. Saw the tallest pumpkin mountain at the Atwater market. Ate freshly picked apples, juicy and crisp. Smelt the threat of rain in the heavy humid air of a summer that refuses to end. Heard the rain as I finally went to bed, exhausted from a day that included a little too much social contact (when I actually feel like a bear ready for hibernation). Woke up to the cold air coming through the bedroom window and the sound of kids playing in the schoolyard. Pulled the comforter up and hid under it for 5 more minutes.
My favorite season is back. Why does work always have to be so intense and busy at this beautiful time of the year? I am time-obsessed these days, so you might hear a lot about time issues in upcoming blogs. Just a warning…
