“The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.”
It is the first week of October, the first week of the Fall. The air is different; it’s fresh and cold, the city has changed it’s darker and grey. New York City is new again. There are no more heatwaves, no more humidity, and sweat. The city smells of pumpkin spice latte and tastes like cinnamon rolls.
With summer dwindling and the crowds of tourists fading away, it may seem like New York City is getting ready to hibernate for another winter. Look a little closer, however, and you’ll discover a secret only the locals know. No one lives here because they love the summer, it’s Fall in New York that captures the hearts.
“If London is a watercolor, New York is an oil painting.”
The air is crisp, the leaves are spectacular, and there’s a sort of comfortable feel to the shortening days. Fall is that sweet spot between summer’s mugginess and winter’s bitter chill, and its moderate weather makes it a joy to explore, whether you’re leaf-peeping in Central Park or strolling through the streets of Tribeca and Downtown Manhattan.
I believe that foliage is the most magical process of nature; trees are bursting into red, orange, and yellow, and that makes my everyday life colorful as well. All that change makes me think of the Fall as a fresh start. Maybe it has to do with the way the school system is set up, or perhaps it has to do with those lazy days of summer coming to an end, but there’s just something special about the Fall in New York.