I am lucky enough to have flown deep into the Southern Hemisphere this morning, back, or forward, into Fall.
The immediate transition from Spring (up in New York City) to Fall (in Buenos Aires) is quite striking. It makes one realize palpably how soft Fall is compared to Spring, which is literally, you know, springy. The Fall air in contrast seems veiled in rumpled, oak-aged softness; there’s a bit of blur; the light feels dappled even in bright sun. Of course, this could all be just me. I am definitely blurred and rumpled right now, more aged than usual, and maybe have some spots in front of my eyes. It is very difficult to sleep in coach these days even on a long, late flight.
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