It is Fall that I really begin to miss New York. My friends and I used to drive upstate to see the leaves turn colors. My friend Felix, who is an avid photographer, used to hike up the hills each week to take these beautiful pictures of the woods as they prepared for winter. My other friend Jo and I would be apple picking in orchards nearby. A whole barrel of apples for $10! You can imagine what desserts we had after!

It's a pity that there are no seasons here in San Francisco. Waiting for any season to arrive is like the anticipation of a big party! In late September, early October, one gets restless. Summer's gone, but it's not quite autumn yet. And then, one day it just happens. I suppose it happens on different days for different people, but it just happens. The air is chilly, but not frosty. The trees are decked out in colors of deep red and gold. You have your autumn beret on and your hands warm in woolly gloves. The guy on the street no longer sells gelato; instead the smell of cider wafts from his little vendor cart. Dean and Deluca has changed their window display from strawberries and pineapples, to pumpkin and squash.

Happenstance happiness.

People always say spring is the season to fall in love. I beg to differ. I say Fall, is the season to fall in love. For what better season is there to snuggle under the blanket with a friend? Or to sip warm hot chocolate together on the street corner? Or to rub hands together to keep those fingertips warm? Winter you say? Too cold I think. In Fall, you can still go out to the park, sit on the bench and watch the late swallows fly south. There's no hassle with snow or slush or slippery sidewalks. And being outside in this autumn chill is actually nice. Museums are empty, kids are in school, and the streets are less filled than summer and you avoid the winter holiday shopping rush.

Anyone out there who wants to Fall in love with me? If eligible, tickets to New York gladly provided :)