It is officially the first day of fall. The leaves may have barely begun to turn, but, as Charlotte Mendelson reminds us, “ ’Tis the season of mist, nature’s Photoshop; trenchcoats; barley; licensed melancholy; munificence; and glorious rot.” It is a time when new growth ceases and gardens begin to wilt and shrivel. “After the hell of summer,

the seasons are sensual. they require the experience of the whole body to revel in all that it brings - to see its changes, to smell its revelations, to taste its harvest

this year i feel calmed by the changing of the season. maybe it’s because my friends and i have already filled our fall weekends with dinner parties and apartment parties and weekends upstate and restaurant reservations and movies we want to see and halloween costume ideas, all which make the blow of losing the endless sweltering days spent reading