It seems that summer is lingering at our doorstep. New Yorkers are gluttons for seasons, each one having its particular and romantic nostalgia, its scents and its food. Fashion and storage play a role. Daylight, sidewalks, and categories of mixed drink do too.
Cool and warm and cold and hot. The scope of this city's sliding scale has expanded, so naturally a city girl like myself would steel herself against discomfort by adding pieces to her wardrobe. Mostly we dream about one place or another, and stock up for those few days a year our selves are with our daydreams. Besides that impracticality we are masters at layers.
Layers a layered word.
We fancy we see them all
and know each texture.