Ablaze

This could also be titled "The Real Reason People Live In New York." It has been the most glorious fall- crisp air; clear blue skies; red, green, brown, gold, orange, purple leaves scattered everywhere; golden light around every corner.
It has been the kind of fall that belongs in movies.

Sadly, most of this has already gone the way of the winter winds. The trees are becoming bare, preparing themselves for frost and ice, and the wind is blowing just a bit more sharply.
Instead of the smell of leaves and cinnamon in the air, there is now the unmistakable scent of winter. Of cold, and smoke, and hurry.

All there is to do now is soak up these last days of fall, because soon I will really have to stop wearing my sandals. And that is the real tragedy here.