an evening arrival
i've packed all my scarves, sweaters, boots and tights in anticipation of the cold weather in nyc. then, the night i land, it must be at least 70 degrees (at night). during the course of the week, the weather swings schizophrenically between lovely late fall weather and bone-chilling winter winds. the first night though...is magical. i only need a tank top & a scarf when we leave the house in search of food and a glass of wine.