Memories of Westchester inevitably end up being highly romanticized, tasting like an exquisite and warm homemade bread (and limoncello). The air, fresh and the stars, finally visible.
It's always hard to face the reality of having to go back to Manhattan after such care-free visit. The arrival to Grand Central is like a sudden attack with a bucket of freezing water against your warm skin.
The lake, autumn depiction.
Morning walks. The doggies are usually an excuse to walk around and admire the breathtaking landscape.
River, in his natural state.
C, after insisting of not being photographed.
It's hands down, the most beautiful part of the year. Magical, magical autumn!