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straight-out-of-camera, no editing.

it’s been downright blustery; cold, rain, a head-rattling wind that’s specific to new york (because it blows off the river and bounces off the tall buildings like a wind tunnel). you can carry an umbrella, but umbrellas are really no match for this wind, so they quickly become street litter or extra baggage. the bus is always late in this weather, and there’s not much you can do other than stop somewhere for a bit of warmth and a pumpkin spice coffee, then brace yourself for the hurry-up-and-wait. the weekend is finally here (“finally”? it was one of the fastest weeks ever…so fast that my to-do list from monday shows barely a dent), and in between editing three sessions and singing five masses, i’ve got big plans to sit around with a lap blanket, a fluffy pillow, and an endless pot of tea.

this was meant to be our “apple picking weekend”, and as much as i’m itching for a bushel and a peck of apples, it’s just not gonna happen. 35-degree weather feels imminently colder in october than it does in february.

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