By summer standards, today was rainy, drizzly and cold. I somewhat regretted not grabbing a cardigan or a pair of knee high socks when I left the apartment, my umbrella getting blown here and there and everywhere. Then I realized what a relief it was from the stifling heat and muggy grossness of New York summer and prayed for fall, and for snow, and for warm scarves and coats and boots and steaming cups of tea. I realize more and more that I am a winter child.