Change

Fall has arrived in the city. Actually, it's pretty deep into fall. I try to appreciate each day the colorful leaves are still on the trees in Brooklyn. The views of the sun shining through yellows, oranges, reds, and browns will not last long. Soon it will be cold with wind whipping through both barren branches and the cracks between the window frame and air conditioner in my living room. The grayness of the winter months are endless in my mind.

I love autumn. Just the thought of October, November, even December, illicits feelings of coziness, warmth, crispness, beginnings, good food, home. I'm savoring them while they're here.