a love letter to fleeting autumn in brooklyn.

Alia Olson
Nov 1 · 2 min read

“I wish the trees would stay like this forever,” I thought to myself as I walked home from the subway stop tonight. Brooklyn Heights is in peak foliage, and I feel like my evening commute is perpetually heightened with color, texture, and warmth.

Having spent the past two autumns in California, I forgot how special October in the Northeast is. But it’s about so much more than the

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Alia Olson

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🤝 Passionate about human behavior and connection in personal and professional contexts. ✈️ Consultant often writing in airports. 📍 Based in Brooklyn.

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