At the Central Park Boat House in New York City, over wine, cheese and crackers (though I had Samuel Adams Lager) we chatted with great friends, of days past, summer that went and the few hours flying away to officially embrace Fall. Today is a mark of a new season, Autumn has come and of all four seasons it ranks best for me next from Summer and Spring. does not make sense. Fine, that means categorically it's third. Temperature opens the other senses. So many things happening in Autumn too, although what holds most grand is that you can just stand still, on view a stretch of auburn and amber, hints of rusty and clay like roofs in Sicily that I so long to see some day.
As we bade farewell to Summer, I open a trunk and a box of the fewest clothes I have to keep me warm. Warm sip of vanilla caramel espresso.
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