Love letter

Some people bemoan the end of summer.  Not me.

I love fall.  I love the early morning chill.  I love how energized Rory is — even as he nears his 11th birthday — when the day is sunny and crisp, and he runs through the park like a puppy.

I love wearing hoodies when I am working from home.  I especially love my “Team Edward” sweatshirt, even though it makes my friends roll their eyes.  Actually, that makes me love it more.

I love my coats, hats and gloves.  I love their colors and textures, and I especially love having pockets again.  So many places to put poop bags and my Palm Pre and keys and money and everything else I need on my dog walks around the ‘hood.

I love New York City in the fall.  The tourist trade thins — although I enjoy tourists as a rule — so the price of Broadway shows goes down, and Central Park becomes, if possible, even more beautiful.

I love the city as it preps for the holidays.  I love being able to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade one block from my apartment.  I love the Rockefeller Center ice rink, the Radio City Christmas Spectacular and the Top O’ the Rock, where I can kinda see my apartment.

And when the weather starts to warm, I’ll love New York City in the spring, too.

But right now, I’d just love to spend some time there.

Written in a hotel, on yet another business trip