August ended just in time.
Just when wrapping yourself in a blanket of warm air begins to feel more like pushing your way through a vat of sticky pudding that someone left out too long, when your endless string of social engagements turns into one hangover too many, when your electric bill skyrockets to obscene levels because of an A/C unit that doesn't even work that well, and when the neighborhoods unknown by tourists become a little too eerily quiet on the weekends...
Just when you think that of all places to be in the dog days of summer, New York City is most definitely not one of them...
Suddenly, overnight, a cold front comes in and clears away the rotting garbage and the outfit-ruining impromptu rain showers and heat-induced fatigue and the mystery subway B.O., and ushers in a slight chill in the air that restores the spring in your step and bears a promise of, if noting else, a change.
And leave it to classy old New York, New York, to do it so exquisitely, so tastefully, right on cue.
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I love Autumn for the same reason I love Spring...inherently fleeting and transitory, it always leaves you wanting more, aching for the time when it will come again.
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