This morning, I stepped out of the apartment at about 9am, and with just a shirt and a thin cardigan on, I actually felt cold. Oh, dear. That’s a sign that autumn has finally come to New York. It’s late September now, so I shouldn’t be surprised. Lucky for me, I brought a thin scarf to keep light and warm. Walking the streets of Manhattan, I noticed that so many people had even broken out their boots, scarves, and even peacoats. I saw more browns and deep reds and other dark colors than I’d seen since last winter. The sheer sight of all this was borderline depressing.

While I do like fall fashions and the coziness of scarves and big oversized turtlenecks, cold weather is so depressing to me. I like walking around the city without multiple layers and scarves and hats that weigh me down. I just want to feel light and airy and free. That’s not how autumn and winter clothing feels — it’s restricting and even stifling at times.

This is why I need summer again.