The end of August brings to the day a slight chill in the air, a change of pace and the quiet announcement of fall just around the corner.
I love these moments before making a big trip — days of madness where you scramble to make last minute errands, work on that last minute project and pack your worldly belongings in a travel friendly box.
There are those precious mornings where you wake to the quiet of the day and sit to watch your city wake up with the light glinting off windows, take in the hum of traffic and cries of the birds heading south.
With each trip I make and home I move I feel a shift in the idea of home. Home — really is a place to sit on your sofa and contemplate a city, a place to make food for people in your life, a shelf to store your books, and a place to shut out the world and leave and to return again.
I am excited for the next season of adventure that awaits.
Yesterday morning at The Met in New York City. The moment — the light, the music, the colour — was perfect.