I feel like I'm jumping the gun on this but I want summer to be over. Every year when August rolls around, I just wish the hot, sticky, messy summer can be over so I can curl up with cozy sweaters and hot coffee. This will be my first autumn in New York and I can already tell it's my going to be my favorite season here. Everyone, EVERYONE, says it's their favorite. They talk about pretty leaves changing colors, apple picking, pumpkin picking, mountains, camping, the great outdoors... It gets me excited just thinking about it. There's something about fall. It reminds me of a quote by F. Scott Fitzegerald. I don't even consider the first of January the beginning of my new year. Everything starts over again when September rolls around.
I will own a pair of these boots!
(All images from tumblr.)