I spent most of the summer in the city this year. Travel plans were minimal, and while I made it to the beach a couple of times, I was largely here, dodging tourists and wondering what exactly it was that smelled so awful in the city streets. I couldn’t help but long for some time by the campfire, roasting marshmallows, watching the fireflies flirt across the sky.
There’s something magical about the golden hour, especially in the summer. It can take a city park and totally transform it into an entirely different place. Longing for some time in the countryside, I found myself here, in my favorite spot in Midtown, feeling entirely at ease. Maybe summer isn’t always external? I suppose it could very easily be a state of mind.
Jorts are a summer staple, and I’ve had these for so long they’re literally threadbare and torn to shreds. But I just can’t throw them away — although I fear one more trip in the washing machine will dissolve them. They started out as a favorite pair of jeans and have progressively gotten shorter as they’ve gone on in life. Paired with a comfortable pair of sandals, an oversized and weightless sweater, and the requisite sunglasses, and this is an outfit I basically lived in for the last few months.
