October 18, 2021

There is a chill in the air that has been missing for a long time. Always worth the wait, I think, as steel toed boots meet cold concrete, a scattering of frail, freshly turned leaves left in their wake. The city feels more awake in the fall. October opens its eyes and suddenly there is sound in every step - a consistent crunch that echoes out into crisp air. And the trees, they move so wildly, the way they’re supposed to, stubborn wind wearing them out like a ritual readying for the still, sleepy winter ahead.

- E.L.