It seems to have become fall in the last week here in the city.

The leaves have reverted to their original colors from before all that pesky chlorophyll kicked in. I was explaining how that whole thing works to TBID last night and how it's really a great metaphor for authentic selves and real love.

Sounds a little Carrie Bradshaw, I know.

It's raining now, and I'm spending the day wrapped up in documentaries and lots of lounging. I love Saturdays that force me to slow down and step carefully over puddles and slippery jewel-toned foliage.