This was my view coming home from my walk last night:
Gorgeous, right? That’s the street I live on, headed toward my house. 5 p.m. Sometimes, it’s the little things that make you forget your big worries and concerns and suddenly feel like a lucky person for all that you have. It’s beautiful here at this time of year. It’s warm (70-80) during the day, cool at night (50-40). The leaves are just starting to change. The sun sets at around 7 p.m. so the days still feel long enough.
Pretty soon, we have to worry about snowstorms and the sun sets at 4 so it feels so dark and bleak. But for now, bliss. Autumn in New England is truly spectacular and I feel blessed. It’s my moment of zen, as Jon Stewart might say. Right now. Ask me again next week.
What gives you your moment of zen?
p.s. My moment of zen ended abruptly five minutes ago when my dad’s cigar smoke drifted through my open kitchen window and made me feel like I was smoking, too. Hack, wheeze. Blech. 
Also: Here is a very cool time-lapse of the One World Trade Center construction. I love NY. My heart is always with you.
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One of those buildings catty corner from the site, across from the Mariott, used to be where hubby’s oldest son and family lived. The moved out a couple years before the bombing, but still worked in the Trade Center complex. When it reopened after, they moved back into the same building. We used to visit and watch the progress when they started rebuilding. I kind of miss it, but am so glad I only need to drive to Jersey to visit instead of the traffic getting there.
I’ve been in the neighborhood a few times, months apart, and the progress was always impressive to see. I’ve never driven in Manhattan. We always take the train.
Zen is definitely more likely for me when it’s cooler outside. And a view is an essential. But those always seem to come when I least expect them!!
Not too cool. I could do without ice and biting winds.
Agree we’ll concentrate on a lovely fall — with cool not cold temperatures.
We were warned Sunday was the last day of our Indian Summer. Strong warm winds turned into cooler winds and I am now loving the temps. We are probably highs of 60 and lows of low 40.
I nightly get my moment of Zen. It is when hubby and I get in bed. His leg goes over mine, and we just enjoy each others company without needing to say a word. Best time of day.
Aw, that is so sweet.
Oh… that’s lovely!
That first blast of drier, cooler air. We had a tiny cold front last weekend that blew out the humidity and put the lows in the 60s. Everything is so crisp and clear and I was so happy. For a day. And then the gulf breezes came back. Bah, humbug.
You will be happy in winter and I will be whining away.