In the terror that accompanies the start of Fall, before you’re ready to give in to the darkness, before the leaves get torn from the trees, before the final warmth of the earth departs for the Winter, there are nights that offer respite. Dusk can still be blue, and the moon can still light the clouds.
 A couple of good friends and a bottle of Jameson. On nights like this, there is nothing to do but embrace the new season. Summer has been spent. It’s time to move on. The pool days have come to a close.
And so we retreat to the city. The best time of the year to be in the city is the Fall. Spring carries its own enchantment, but when the gardens are going to bed, the city sends out its strongest clarion. We would be foolish not to heed it.
