Summer in my Trunk

le summer pink hussy dress

My friend Billy was wearing a terribly wrinkled sweater the other day. I didn't even need to ask-- I knew the crumpled thing was victim of a sloppy summer storage job, and this day was its first wakening into the season.

It reminded me that although global warming brought a disturbing stretch of muggy warm chill to New York's October air, it is time to break out the sweaters and bury summer in the trunk. Frankly, this summer was one doozy and colder ground is welcome. And so I say to you, sweet flip-flops and pink ten dollar sun-hussy, sleep well until April. It will come around soon enough.