I wanted to hear the sounds of footsteps walking through fallen leaves the moment Jane and I stepped off of the plane in Dallas last Friday. The cool autumnal air had us reaching for the jackets we barely needed in New York City and I was excited to make it back home to my neighborhood where I could swear a hundred chimneys were already blanketing the rooftops with smoke. We had anticipated a tease of fall during our stay up north but their late summer sun kept the gray at bay and sent it south to meet us back in Texas.
It was perfect timing. Our minds had been peeking sideways towards the latter months for weeks and we were in no short of a hurry to get there. Despite New York’s slightly warmer than expected temperatures, it was still cool enough of a change at night to keep us looking forward with thoughts of all the wonderfully cozy meals and cocktails we could enjoy, and ultimately use for inspiration when we returned home. We found that spark in the darkest of places. Continue Reading