Red Lines | Sohn

I love fall.

I just love it. I love the leaves, the temperature, the wind, everything. I love Chicago in the fall. When every street in Hyde Park looks like a post card. I love DC in fall, when walking Sarah and Jane’s dog in a puffy vest and boots made me the happiest I’d been on months. But I really love fall in San Francisco. I love it because it makes San Francisco make sense. 

In a city where it’s cold all summer long and September is the hottest month of the year, I feel off. I feel like the world I’m in is mismatched somehow. But in fall, it all comes together. In fall, the weather lines up with the season and it all makes sense. It’s the time of year when finally what I feel in the air and what I see all around me is in sync.

And on a perfect fall day, I could walk around outside forever.