Summer's end...

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It's been raining all weekend.
And although it can be quite enjoyable when you're home on a Sunday with a good book and a plush couch to curl up on, it's an entirely different proposition when you live in a commuter city and need to juggle a pocketbook, umbrella and your coffee on your way to work, while dodging puddles, soggy newspapers and wet dogs.

But on my way home today, as I stepped out of the humid 68th street subway station, I stopped for a second. The air was cool. Crisp. Clean. Like the rain had washed all the stale summer heat out of it, and suddenly it felt like autumn.

Just like that.

And as I walked home, I began to think about all the boots and jackets and sweaters that I could pull out of storage. The scarves and the hats... It's the most fun part of the year to dress up and I can't wait.

When I got home, I turned off my AC and opened up the windows. I set up my dog's perch by the window and watched her sit on the sill with her nose pressed to the screen sniffing all the scents of the city outside.

I'm going to sleep with the windows open tonight... I love the autumn breeze...



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