August

By: Gabriela Yareliz

August.

A time of transition. The true end and beginning of the year.

This time always makes me think of wooden pencils, corduroy, and lined paper with the little holes.

I saw somewhere that this autumn is expected to be cooler than most in NYC.

August, while still officially summer, blurs into the beginning of fall for me. Autumn 🍂 was always ushered in by the new school year.

It makes me want to watch nostalgic shows and movies. You’ve Got Mail is forever a classic.

I get excited that the nonstop flow of summer starts slowing down like a wheel that is coming to a stop. Soon, we are invited into slow. We are invited into reflection and rest.

There is still a lot of heat left to be endured. But we get little sneak peeks of days at 60 in the middle of the 103 days. We are given hope that the roast is coming to a close. The time for jackets and closed shoes that aren’t boots approaches. We delight.

I noticed this week that while I pass by Central Park almost every day, I haven’t once taken a walk in there this summer. I always rush past it like a lunatic. I have decided to take some walks there as the seasons transition. How is it that in our rush and overwhelm, we miss out on the gifts right in front of us?

The seasons transition that looms ahead means a couple of things— deep cleaning is coming, it’s time to rethink some storage, and also, it’s time for some fresh little homeware pieces. Look at these beautiful taper holders from Anthropologie…

These are the things the fill my little daydreams. That and pictures that look like a Roan Iris ad.

Mornings will be filled with hot teas, and we’ll stop being restless in steaming train cars. Mornings will grow dark. The days grow shorter to offer us a pause.

But for now, we remain in the last of summer. We prepare for the transition. Autumn will arrive soon enough. I beg it to.