Today is the first day of fall.
Really? Again? Already?
Apparently, yes. It is once again time for the leaves to change colors, for carving pumpkins, for planning Halloween costumes, for the weather to cool down (though it really was barely hot this year!), for eating pies and drinking cider, for restaurants to pull in their outdoor tables, for ice skating rinks to start appearing around the city, and for me to cry because it will be winter soon.
Fall really is beautiful, and I'm not upset about fall. The weather lately has been fabulous. I just wish it would stay that way! But, alas, I know what is to come.
You can also file this season change under "holy cow, I can't believe it has already been one year..." We have now been in New York for a year, Eric has been working for a year, we're making our way into a second full cycle of seasons. Wow. Where did this year go?
In honor of the day, here's a quick look back at our first fall in New York. Oh, how I wish fall didn't have to be followed by winter, so I could enjoy this beautiful scenery without dreading the cold