Alright, it happened. I finally gave in and bought my first Pumpkin Spiced Latte of the season at Starbucks. It seems to me that the purchase of a Pumpkin Spiced Latte, Peppermint Mocha or Frappuccino can immediately spark a person’s willingness to accept the arrival of a new season.

I left my Upper West Side Apartment with a couple of hours to spare and walked through the cool, surprisingly present, autumn air. Fall seems to have done just that, fallen out of nowhere and forced us to let go of our summer city habits. No more tanning in Sheep Meadow for another nine months— that’s enough time for you to have a baby, or not…

As I walked in and out of the various book stores picking out the next self-help book yet another person has told me I JUST HAD TO READ, I caught glimpses of pumpkins in shop windows, and the advertisements of “new fall colors” while the mannequins seemed to add layers right before my eyes. I sipped my warm, sugary drink with delight as I heard a jazz singer through the windows of Cleopatra’s Needle crooning to the accompaniment of piano and Double Bass. Each season in NYC has it’s own unique spirit, and those which Autumn and Spring possess are spirits of change. They gently erase the old and give way to the new— whether you’re ready or not.