The weather is beautiful today. To me, this is the best kind of weather. Don’t judge, but I love when it starts to get chilly and you can wear your Abba‘s old sweater layered over a summer dress and get away with it. Yes, I wear my dad’s sweater. It kind of makes me wish I weren’t sitting at home, writing a paper. Or at least, sitting at home. It’s a Central Park day, for sure. Although something tells me I wouldn’t get any homework done except maybe if my homework involved drinking hot apple cider from Starbucks and spotting the cute boys going for a run in the park.

Also, this is going to sound kind of lame, but I love the sound of wind in the trees, especially when the leaves turn red. I know, it’s pretty corny of me. But I’m a reader and writer at heart, and we tend to get a little sappy, especially when nice weather like this surfaces after three days of flooding and intermittent frizzy hair weather. I mean, really- what kid didn’t run around stomping on the crunchy, shriveled up leaves come fall? I still do it. Anyone else? Anyone?

When Harry Met Sally (always a classic)

Tell me that didn’t give you a sudden urge to jump on the nearest train and take it all the way to 59th street, 5th avenue.

Well, the weather may be nice, but I don’t suppose one of you wants to do my homework, do you? No, I didn’t think so. I should be getting back to the 2005 merger between Sprint and Nextel. Or maybe I’ll forgo that for some apple cider, care of my kitchen refrigerator…

Oh, and one last note:

Autumn in New York – Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong

It doesn’t really get more magnificent than Ella and Louis, does it?