July 31, 2012
Ahhh, yes, it's that time of year when my thoughts turn to crisp air and crisper leaves and Central Park turning all shades of Thanksgiving table colors, me in a scarf and boots and jacket, hair at long last restored to bouncy splendor thanks to humidity's retreat, daylight dwindling earlier and making the city seem more grown up. Public skin and blubber hidden once again, toes tucked, a return of elegance to strolls. The onset of "the holidays", the promise of cold hands warmed by hot chocolate, and dogs in little jackets. Autumn in New York, you can't be beat.