I walked a friend downstairs to my front door last night. As we said our goodbyes, a breeze swept through and leaves began to swirl.
Early morning air, crisp and clean and close. Brownstones, decked out with grinning pumpkins and fake spiderwebs. Grey skies. Golden trees. The glow of a streetlamp as twilight meets the city.
Again and again, I find myself stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to take a photo on my phone. I want to save each moment, a sweet reminder of Lakeview in the fall: