It’s true, there are a million and one wonderful things about New York, but sitting up near the top of any list should be New York in the fall. Rich colors, brisk weather, the sun shining down to warm your skin ever so slightly. There is just something special about walking through Central Park, hand in hand with someone you love. Snuggling up tight as a swift breeze moves through, carrying on it crimson, orange and yellow leaves. It’s poetic really, like that soundtrack that plays in your head automatically when something cool is happening.
It was definitely a busy trip with non-stop meetings Thursday and Friday. But Saturday was all ours (that boy and I). A day for exploring, enjoying, relaxing. The one thing we didn’t plan on was the rain. A gentle, continuous misting all day long and into the night. But as night fell, something beautiful happened. I saw NY in a whole new light. As a reflection of itself. Bright vibrant colors painting the streets, sidewalks and puddles.
The softer side of that hard New York edge.
I usually travel to NY once a year and always seem to find something new to love.
But this time was different. A tranquility was found in the streets of NY, and that is not something you find every day.
I LOVE NY.
Love, Tif
by Tif
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