My tolerance for extreme weather is non-existent.
As you might have deduced from my incessant complaints about the weather in my travels to Seville and Chobe, I do not fare well in the heat. The same goes for the awfully bitter winters here in New York. No matter what combination of thermal-cashemere-wool-down that I conjure up, nothing can seem to keep me warm enough to not lose sensation in my fingers and toes.
Thanks to global warming, we found ourselves enjoying a perfect fall day in Central Park. The air was crisp, the pleasant smell of foliage permeated the air as the mild, soothing breeze tickled the leaves and branches around us. I love the rich, colorful contrast of the grapefruit red, pumpkin orange, mustard yellow, lime green and hunter green green leaves. Everywhere we turned was a picture perfect snapshot.
Days like today remind me of how lucky I am to be able to live in my favorite city in the world and how at the end of the day, all you need is your favorite people in your life to feel happy and loved.