Sunday SUNDAY!

When I was younger I only loved summer, and I'd hibernate through fall and winter. I'm not sure if it had to do with the fact summer meant freedom, and winter meant grueling months in classrooms with that perpetual salty grit covering the floor, but this year feels different. I'm embracing the mentality each transition brings. Fall has the best clothes and people in a haze of post-summer contentedness. It's extra gold-tinted sunrises on cool mornings, and there's something inherent in it that feels like memories. Winter is protected beauty and silence. It's bundled in flannel with guilty pleasure movies, and best of all, the Holidays. Spring is for childlike excitement; planning getaways with an invigorating feeling of thinking ahead. I don't think I could ever live in a place that didn't go through a full life cycle each year. I think I've learned to cycle with it.

















New sanctuary - the East Side Boardwalk.