As much as I love the heat and thrills of summer and warm promise of Spring, fall is without a doubt the most soul healing, soul soothing and beautiful seasons- especially in New York. There is just something about the warm colors that contrast with the cool breeze and the pittering of rain on your window that calms the wild tempest that is called life. As a fall baby,I am an oddity. despite the season of my birth I have always longed for and enjoyed most the blazing heat and blistering sun of the summer.
I loved getting a new tan, loose clothing and beach and pool days. When ice cream was a relieving treat and lazing was a country wwide sport rather than a point of "needed change". The sheer thrill and life of summer has always had my heart, but the fall will always have my soul. Many would wish the cool temperatures and weather of early fall were perpetually infinite, never ending and always beginning. The time where color turn from the cool greens to the hot muted reds, yellows and earthy browns. When the flower shrivel into wrinkles of time, a note to keep a page for the chapters of eternity. The time when my life was once again complete with: