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Dreaming of Fall

September 1, 2009


September! The breath of crisp cool air in the mornings, a not yet bitter gold sun, the promise of orange leaves and crunchy trails, the beginnings of wrapped sweaters and knotted scarves. Fall, one of my favorite seasons, with its promise of new beginnings and routines, classes and hurried faces, cheeks flushed and eyes bright, side stepping eager freshman, long lines for textbooks and lunches. It’s a season (and month) worthy of celebration, of smiles that don’t fade and bubbling anticipation. But it too is that hint of sadness, the summer slipped away between chlorine scented swimming pools, sand plastered in between toes and clinging like glitter on naked calves. Memories and long late nights, lazy days washed away with the flurry of activity that new beginnings bring.

Oh, let’s remember it, summer. Those sticky hot days hiding in air conditioned coffee shops and bookstores, lunch in the shade with the occasional welcome splatter from the Washington Square fountain. Rooftops with a postcard view, long train rides and reading big books, ice clinking in countless cups of water, cold showers splashing relief. Conversations and faces that last for a starless New York night, cups of this and that translated into enthusiasm for friends I’ll hardly see again. How even endless time seems like not enough, or maybe too much, episodes of long lasting TV shows counting down the hours until some other escape. Summer with its boredom and repetition, with its unexpected surprises and tinted memories..

But if you believe the spiritualists (and maybe you should), change brings energy, and I welcome energy with unabashed happiness. Imagine it, change! The switches not only in habits but moods, places and paces. Alarm clocks and schedules, weekend escapes and sleeping in, a luxury again. There’s something about the start of a new school semester, despite years and years of the same new start that, still, refreshes, invigorates, inspires. To do lists crossed off and plans scribbled in. Fresh notebooks with pressed pages and the sound of ink pen tips scratching against paper. Stacks of books that encourage an academic yearning, lectures with sleep deprived classmates and impatient sighs.

I can’t think of it enough. I can’t wait another day (even if the break will seem sacred, necessary once things really start off). And I can’t think of a better way to celebrate it than a proper picnic in the park. Oh, do join me, Central Park pond, tomorrow Wednesday the 2nd of this lovely month. Bring sweets and delights and friends and spend an evening in this beautiful weather. Come dressed up and have a decadent time. (6pm, Central Park South at 59th between 5th and 6th ave, email me if you need further info/a number to call!)

And regardless of whether you can make it, how are you spending your end of summer/start of this perfect season?

8 Comments leave one →
  1. September 1, 2009 11:22 am

    Damn. I’d love to go—but I’m not part of the lucky ones that live in New York. Thank you for reminding us that school isn’t so bad…sometimes. πŸ˜›
    Have a nice and decadent picnic!

  2. September 1, 2009 12:47 pm

    Perhaps I would go, but I’m already back to school! The start of the season has been spent thus far freezing on the city bus at 8 because I left all my sweatshirts at home accidentally, learning to live with 8 other girls under one roof, making a calendar out of post it notes, making friends with my neighbor and his three territorial pit bulls, making a beautiful schedule with lots of sharpies and stickers, and best of all, decorating my brand new room that is all my own!

  3. September 1, 2009 3:05 pm

    I love what you write and the pictures you take(:

  4. September 1, 2009 4:22 pm

    i wish i could go!

    post some lovely pictures of the picnic after, please!

    i think i’ll be hitting up the beach a lot more until school starts. gotta keep that summer glow ! : )

  5. September 1, 2009 4:33 pm

    this is absolutely fantastic. you’ve captured exactly the way i feel about summer and fall. but in an even better more optimistic way. i really enjoyed reading this, you have a talent, keep it up – love catie

  6. September 1, 2009 5:07 pm

    If only I lived in New York 😦

    I am excited for the start of spring, no more dreary grey skies!

  7. September 1, 2009 9:14 pm

    How I wish, but I am miles apart (and I really mean, miles and miles apart). What a beautiful entry you have written. I am inspired. Do drop me a line someday. I would love to chat. (:

  8. September 2, 2009 10:08 am

    your words are perfect, just perfect πŸ™‚

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