indian summer

The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone, but never hustled.
— Henry Adams

Oh Indian Summer, won’t you stay a little longer? As if we couldn’t soak up enough summer while we were in the thick of it, we don’t mind letting it linger either. Hey, I may have celebrated “the first day of Fall” on the beach in the Rockaways. September is becoming a favorite month…it’s gone by way too quickly, but it’s just beautiful. Everyone starts buzzing with classes and jobs, but we’re still able to enjoy some blue skies, green parks, and cotton candy sunsets (though they get earlier and earlier) before we all become winter hermits.

So, here we are lingering on summer. You should too. Heck, I just danced in a dance festival where we danced IN the pool. (We were synchronized swimmers in our piece, and I dare you to watch us and not smile.) It was this massive public pool in Washington Heights and you can only imagine what is was like swarmed with thousands of teenagers a few weeks before. And here it was silent, calm, and empty with a few fallen leaves bouncing around on the ground in the sunlight just a week after Labor Day.

image.jpg

In celebration of summer and the last day of September, we’re reflecting on our favorite stomping (or moreso beach bumming) grounds. You found us hopping on over to Fire Island (Meg’s family are pros at this - highly suggest tagging along), gazing over city rooftops, floating in pools, and eating all the rockaway tacos. (I know, I’m basic AF, but i’ve been consistent in this eating habit for about 5 years so sue me.) It became a regular habit for me to hop on my bike and ride 10 minutes down the Hudson River Park and meet a friend on the pier for the sunset. The nights and sunlight felt un-rushed and that is something so special in the middle of city culture. 

image.jpg
image.jpg

2016 Summer Frequents:

image.jpg