Flaneurditorial

October. The trees are stripped bare, from all they wear. But what do we care?

I hope you’re having a great Autumn, unless you’re in America, in which case I hope you’re having a great Fall, instead.

There’s something wonderfully poetic about naming the season after the fall of the leaves. Perhaps we could tweak our other seasons, too. “Spring” could become “Bud”. Summer could be rebranded as “Sweat”. Winter could one day be known…