Fall on the East Coast is exactly how I always pictured it would be: cool and crisp and lit from within. It smells like kindling and wet leaves, like rain clouds. It's as much a revelation after five years in New York as it was the first.
Below, a few photos from a trip to the Catskills last weekend with friends. We made pizza, built fires, rolled hay bales down grassy slopes. We did a lot of sitting in front a wood-fire stove. It was nice, I remember thinking, having nothing to do but that.
Until then, have a wonderful three days — and happy travels, if you're hitting the road!