Pitter Patterns

sketches in the window of Club Monaco on the Upper East side caught my eye

Fall is close. I know this because it’s getting familiarly cooler and clearer. The summer haze has dispersed and the early morning light has dimmed. I love summer. The secret beaches, steamy subways, vacations, gardens, popsicles, outdoor markets, walking. Every year I am sad to see her go. I can’t complain about Fall’s beautiful colors and layers that will soon replace the white honesty of this season, but Summer… Summer will always be my first love.