There are certain (stereotypical) things I crave when Fall rolls around: pumpkin spice lattes, apple cake, a trip to Gentry's Farm, a walk in downtown Franklin, a honeycrisp apple.
Then there's this: I crave Central Park.
spending an afternoon there alone while my dad rehearsed for his upcoming performance at Carnegie Hall, and it was pure magic. A cup of Argo tea in hand, I walked through the bustle near Columbus Circle, reminiscing on when I'd last been there and caught a carriage ride just before becoming engaged. I took a walk past hot dog stands and children of every color playing together, and landed on a rock where I watched the light dance through the trees and breathed in crisp Fall air.