Autumn is my season. It’s not just the cool crisp air that hits your face as you walk out the door in the morning or the vibrant red, orange, and yellow leaves that seem to pop onto the trees overnight. There’s something cozy and romantic about it. Hot chocolate, soup, and tea return to the menu. Scarves, hats, leggings, and (most importantly to me) jeans come back into style. It’s the kind of season where curling up with a book under a blanket on the couch in front of a fireplace is completely normal and acceptable. It’s also the kind of season where you can take a walk around a park with a warm cup of coffee and sit on a bench and read a book.
This past Saturday I decided to enjoy the cool weather up in Fort Tryon. The woods were just hitting peak fall foliage, leaf peeping wonder. As a puttered around, stopping every few minutes in awe of the bright red ivy or to stare across the Hudson River to the splash of red and orange emanating from the cliffs on the other side of the water in New Jersey, there were people everywhere. Families with children running around and collecting brightly colored leaves and twigs, couples walking hand-in-hand, people walking their dogs, people jogging. Everyone just enjoying the cool, Fall air along the Hudson.
I love Fall. I wish it could stay Fall forever. The one thing that kills me about this season is how much it lets you know the blistering, numb cold of winter is just right around the corner. No more than a month from now staying inside wrapped up with a book will not just be normal and acceptable, it will be a necessity to prevent frost-bite and avoid outdoors activities. The crowds of people and families I passed will not be strolling through the woods of Fort Tryon. Life takes to the indoors because the cool crisp air that hit your face in October now bites you. The anticipation of winter is painful, it makes Fall feel too short, which is why I try to enjoy it as much as possible while I can.