There's something magical about visiting NY in early September--the weather gracefully gives way from the confining humidity of August to the romantic pull of early fall. People have returned from summer adventures. Schools have beckoned children back to the classroom. And there's a general sigh of relief that's so palpable it's almost audible--as if the community exhales one collective sigh at precisely the same time on precisely the same morning when the humidity has finally vanished.
The skies are piercing blue. The grass is piercing green. And the leaves are just starting to tell secret of the colors that are still to come--a pop of amber here, a twist of rust over there, and from ground to treetop there is a saturation that makes the landscape feel almost claustrophobic with foliage and feeling. The dramatic narrative of summer into fall has officially begun and it will not quit until the onset of winter. Oh, the romance of an East Coast autumn.
It's a stark contrast from my beloved Northern California where the hillsides have burned into a deep sandy yellow and the skies are usually a pale blue or an overcast gray until the fog officially rolls back out to the Pacific and the inland is cool enough to avoid our notoriously cold Bay Area summers. Right about now it's turning to late summer in Northern California and the sundresses and shorts will get their due arrival after months of waiting in the closet behind the cardigans and denim. September and October are summer in the Bay Area but here in Upstate NY, September and October are officially and blissfully autumn. (Enter audible sigh again here.)
Oh, the weather. See you here next week, my friends. I hope you are enjoying your early September.