Things are getting cozy around here. The trees haven’t turned yet and while I was chaperoning Claudine’s 1st grade class to a Prospect Park tour with a Park Ranger (we dug around for worms, centipedes and other crawly things – not my favorite activity gotta say), it struck me how green all the trees and meadows still were. But if you look down, you’ll see signs of Fall on the sidewalk beneath your shoes. And we are wearing jackets and boots and sometimes scarves and all that feels so right. Mark is serving spiced hot apple cider at the Brooklyn Flea tomorrow and Sunday we will be in search for some seasonal Fall activities on Long Island. This all reminds me that the days are chugging along and the world does not stop, even if sometimes you want it to while you figure your stuff out. In a way, it’s almost comforting even if the speed in which time passes makes you dizzy and overwhelmed because you realize that nothing is truly suspended in time. This includes the rough patches in life.