longing for fall.

I am child of Fall, born to October--a hopeless devotee of the month. I sometimes wonder if my attachment to the season begins and ends with this alone. But its more than that--the colors, the cooling, sweetening air, the promise of all that's just to come.

And this summer has been sticky and hot. I can barely open the door to leave the apartment when the need arises--thank you humidity and expansion--and after my first coned bill I refuse to turn on my small air conditioner (in fact I'd like to remove it from the window all together because it's blocking my view). Between the sweating that happens on-the-way-to or waiting-for the subway I feel cleansed and purged and ready to welcome the next seasonal chapter.

I don't mean to wish away Summer, I really don't. I just can't help dream of fall. So indulge me, won't you?

I've never been the girl that wants to strip down for summer. the layers--tights and scarves and jackets and boots--of Fall hold much more sway, and that's part of the pull right now, for sure. 

Here's to a happy Monday! And surviving this mid-August week, wherever we might be (unless of course you're in the Southern Hemisphere in which case that's a whole different discussion--and how exciting that Spring is just around the bend! {i am a big fan of Spring!}).

photo sources:

that inspirational girl tumblr

note to self tumblr

urban lifestyle tumblr, unknown

just me tumblr, matchbook mag

note to self, emerson fry