Here’s to a toasty October. Burning nicotine and full-bodied wine in front of a fireplace in a little apartment on the upper east side. Spending indian summer-esque nights sleeping on a bear rug on the floor with the windows wide open. You can only see the tops of the trees from your second story windows, the aroma of changing colors and rich reds. Learning to love the silence and the peace as the sun begins to set earlier. Warm wishes falling under sheer curtains and nutella hot chocolate, I’m celebrating fall by order a huge black canopy for my bed and new toasty-warm sheets. First autumn in new york, the only place where you can feel the seasons in your veins.