Autumn

08.29.19

The air is starting to get chilly here. I was walking to my dentist in a t-shirt, a pair of linen shorts and a pair of flip flops and it seemed decidedly too summery for the weather I’d stumbled into. I’m excited for the fall to come though; it’s my favourite season, even if it always seems to last only a few moments. Toronto is a city with two seasons: winter and summer, and a couple of stray weeks of spring and fall sprinkled here and there.

Still, I like the idea of layering, and of walking around with a warm drink under overcast skies. It feels, to me, a little bit cozier, and a little bit more contemplative and thoughtful. I can picture myself wrapped up in a sweater with a mug of instant coffee in two hands, sitting out on the balcony and staring out across a city hushed and muted by somber greys - a cinematic, concrete jungle full of people hustling and bustling home from work to families and warmth, the vibrance and excitement of the summer making way for something a little bit quieter, and a little more introspective.

Yes, I’ve always liked the autumn, when nothing is as loud, but somehow things are, in many ways, more full.