October is upon us. It came with the humidity of an Indian summer swirling in the gusty breezes of fall, the leftovers of Hurricane Joaquin, and its murky grey and overcast skies have us looking for beauty in the decrepit and the overlooked: the slosh of brown and red leaves in puddles, the smell of the air before it rains, the overcast light through a familiar window. We’re a little melancholy amid all this hazy grey, but instead of fighting it we’re opting for a long cozy wallow. We’re going to notice how pretty the deserted rainy streets of Brooklyn can be, how the unforgiving grey sky has a softness to it in certain lights, and we’re going to let that inspire us.
Quotation: “…somewhere, nearby voices filled with dusk, cabs and panhandlers and one drunken girl screeching like a wounded bird – all of it flushed with a warmth and sad beauty I’d never noticed before.” — Marisha Pessl, Night Film