
a love letter to fleeting autumn in brooklyn.
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…

