My god. It has just been mass pandemonium over here for days now. Getting engaged Wednesday kicked off what has been a very happy and crazy week. Huge dance success for a woman who worked her tail off all year. A game 7 for the Giants happening this very night (I'm not necessarily a Giants fan, not necessarily a baseball fan even, but this city goes b a n a n a s for their Giants and you cannot help but get sucked into it). It has been all cocktails and champagne, fireworks and sparklers. Work and friends and life has caught me up in this whirlwind for days on end and I woke up this morning feeling disoriented, to say the least. I have a list about ten miles long of things to do today. Ten miles people. That is a lot to get done.
And it's raining. *insert wee smile here* It is a sacrilege to say you like the rain here. We have been enjoying our Indian summer (by "we" I mean "not me"-trust, I enjoy summer as much as the next but summer is for summer. Summer is not for fall. All I want is a goddamn change of seasons up in here.) for the past month but I do believe it may officially be over today. Rain and clouds. It is the first day that it feels like fall, and I am in love.
You know why I like this photo? Not because it's pretty (which it most definitely is) but because the light streaming through those windows is exactly the light that New England has in the fall.
It's all crisp and white and clean. Fall days here, in this city, are generally either foggy or rainy. But there, there, fall days are sunny and cold. Just the right weather for a huge, chunky sweater and afternoon window shopping. This photo completely transplants me to when I was in Boston in the fall, on a long weekend, right after I graduated college. I had just moved to New Orleans, a few months before, to start graduate school at Tulane and I was desperately, desperately thinking about moving back up North. In a foreign land, all by myself, when all of my friends were either in Boston or New York City. I was miserable. I went to visit and, although there was really nothing very remarkable about it, I can still always conjure up what the day looked like as we walked outside from a Sunday brunch onto some beautiful Boston street. The light was so pale and bright and dappled, streaming through the golds and reds and oranges on the trees. It felt so quaint, which is something that the East Coast cities hold supremely over us out here on the West Coast, that feeling of being in a huge city that seems somehow like a village. There's all sorts of football happening and apple picking and pumpkins on stoops and chilly hands being warmed by hot cider. Ohmygod it makes my heart hurt thinking about it. The change of seasons is, without a doubt, the time that I get the most homesick for New England. There is no place on Earth like it in the fall. I cannot even imagine how fantastic it would be to rent a little cabin in the Adirondacks for the month of October. Spend the weeks in the city and the weekends driving all over Vermont and Eastern Massachusetts, stopping off at little bakeries and barns all along the way. This is on my bucket list and I cannot wait to do it someday.
But in the meantime I'll do fall the best way I can out here on the coast with no seasons. Sweaters, Hunters and hot coffee. To the *unofficial* first day of fall.