Summer always seems to go by too fast.  I knew it was over when I untied my waitressing apron on Labor Day, but the idea that summer is over never really hits me until the cold arrives.

For the past few weeks it has been in the 70s and sunny.  Then in an instant, autumn arrived on Sunday night.  It’s gloomy, chilly and drizzly in Paris right now, but maybe (fingers crossed) we’ll have an Indian summer in a week or two. 

The gloomy weather might be a good thing though – I’m catching up on articles, writing stories, working on a documentary, weeding through photos I’ve taken over the last year, and teaching English courses a few evenings a week.

I'm taking a little time every day to simply enjoy life, whether that means a walk through the city, a trip to the bakery for a croissant aux amandes (almond croissant), or picking up a new book.