Day 3: Fall.
Fall is, in my humble opinion, the best time of year in the Bay Area. It's pretty much the best time of year in anyplace I've lived (except Jersey Junes...I will never get sick of those) and I cherished every day of October and now every day of November thus far. Summer sunshine finally arrives in the city with little bursts of heat to excite the locals into shorts, skirts and outdoor happy hours. When the sun sets and the temperatures drop, gals wrap colorfully patterned scarves around their necks and playfully coerce their male counterparts into loaning a sweatshirt (ps-why are men's sweatshirts always so much better than girls?).
There's a calm to Fall. A quiet in waking up snuggled under my fluffy white comforter, open window bringing in the newly crisped breeze. The first 10 minutes of waking--that's the part of the day I'd pause for a little, if possible. The hum of the fan is the only sound filling my tiny apartment, the heat from said fluffy comforter keeping me in a hazy state of relaxed, my breath still slow and steady from sleep.
A morning walk is best in the Fall. With a fresh appreciation for that first cup of coffee (pumpkin spice, what else?) and the energizing stretch of my limbs down the street. I'm so lucky to live in a city with a backdrop that makes a morning walk as pretty as a picture, regardless of whether I turn left, right or straight up the hill from my building.
So today I'm most thankful for Fall. For the unwinding of summer's go-go-go, travel, make plans mentality; for the peaceful shift into a season of heightened gratitude and giving, family and tradition.
I'm off to hike with a college pal in all of Fall's beauty in a little corner of the world called Muir Woods. I can't wait to share photos with you tomorrow :)