Autumn, by contrast, is low pressure. It's the perfect time to go for walks, and take pictures. Last night was Rob's last before flying to be with his fiance in France for a few months, so we all met up at the Riverside Park on the upper west side, four of us, and took pictures. And took pictures of each other taking pictures. I realized later it was a total cliched moment -- something out of a movie montage with four friends enjoying a day together in New York. We had some incredible Mexican food and I was so deliriously happy I couldn't have possibly been bothered.
I have a new job and am leaving DISCOVER. The temps are maxing out in the 70s. The sunsets are gorgeous. It's autumn in the city, and there's nothing you can do about it. Just look:
I'm feeling a little lingering sadness that Rob is gone, but that's OK -- it's autumn, and you're allowed to dwell on ennui if you want.
Soon, sweaters.
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Autumn, for the same reasons, always seems to open up new musical pleasures. I can't listen to much Wilco over the summer. They're at their best as an autumn band.
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