how it feels

It has been an unseasonably warm fall, which makes the glory of the Hudson Valley, its beautiful trees, a drab brown rather than a rich red and gold. But my early morning walks though the fog and crunchy, dried leaves are still beautiful. 

And it makes me so thankful to live in an place with Octobers, with seasons and rituals: to be able to mark the passage of time with something other than sadness over my little one growing so quickly or irritation with the harsh, inevitable reality of advancing years or a second hand on a clock.

via {the new yorker}