"Time stands still best in moments
that look suspiciously like ordinary life."
- Brian Andreas
On the night of November 17th, fall finally arrived in New York City. It was a crisp evening that finally smelled like dying leaves. This morning the chill remained, and the early golden light matched what little color is left on the trees.
Of course this happens every year. But even two months late, I just can't help but find little magic in it when it finally does.
In a late New York fall, the cold streets and the warm packed bars cause windows to glow and fog. There's a romance and a sadness in the fact that daylight is replaced by Christmas lights, and only on that off-night do you see a sole man still braving an outside lone table on Mulberry Street. People start to move slower and it's easier to see that in Manhattan every situation is a possibility and every face is a story. I love this.
I made these pumpkin cupcakes topped with maple whiskey cream cheese buttercream for a weekend away with pre-Thanksgiving festivities, a gala and a hell of a lot of catching up with old friends. So here's to the ordinary fall weekends. Before you know it, winter will set in. Drink it up.