For many of us the seasons are changing, bouncing unpredictably between cold and warm. Are you glad to be moving into a new season, or wishing for one more week of the old? Photographers, artists, poets: show us SEASONS.
As much as I would love to be at the beach and in the sun for the rest of my days, I do love Autumn. Autumn in New York, though has changed since I was a kid. It was in-between hot and cold. The 70-75 degree weather. Sometimes dropping to the 60-65 degree temperatures but it was okay because it was expected. Now a days, we have a week of 80-90 degree weather followed by 55-65 degree temperatures. I can’t put away my summer clothes and I can’t bring out my fall clothes because I don’t really have a clue what this season will be like.
I love the summer. I love the heat but Autumn/Fall is a nice break. I can do without winter altogether. Spring is like Fall so I can’t discriminate.
My favorite part about Fall is its October gloom. The colors of the leaves as they change and fall to the floor. The sound the leaves make when they are stepped on. Crunch! And the disappearance of buzzing bees and summery insects. The conceiving of new life, love and mystery to birth come Spring time.
Hoodies and stretch pants, sneakers and boots, blankets and couches, dark afternoons and cuddling.
“Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park
(But) It’s autumn in New York
It’s good to live it again”
Autumn in New York – Frank Sinatra