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.