A chill is in the air, the leaves are changing and everything is color graded like a Nora Ephron film. It is once again autumn in New York City, my favorite time of the year. Now I can layer with abandon; this means dressing like I’m both Harry and Sally in “When Harry Met Sally.” My daily walks around the Upper West Side look and feel more colorful and fantastical. I find it easier to romanticize life amidst the stress of academics and career woes when there are pops of color and piping hot cups of chai to look forward to in the quieter moments. Throughout my four years living on the Upper West Side, I have retraced my steps to crunch piles of leaves and have stared at halloween decorations like they are street exhibitions.
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Autumn in New York
Tis Autumn, finally, and every mid-80s new york city rom-com and fall ballad makes sense
September 25, 2024
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AVERY LOFTIS, Editor-in-Chief
Avery Loftis (she/her), FCLC ’25, is the editor-in-chief at The Observer. She is a journalism major and English minor. When she is not obsessing over a sentence, she is likely reporting for WFUV News, freelancing or dancing to one of her playlists. She was previously an arts and culture editor.