Growing up, fall was always my favorite season: returning to school, buying new clothes, lining up my notebooks and folders for every subject. So Labor Day was cause for celebration.
But now that I've been out of school for (cough) a long time, I realized recently that I love the summer best. Especially in NYC.
People laugh when I say that: it's true that a NYC subway station on a 90 degree day stinks like old foot (and is just as sweaty as that old foot's shoe). But other than that, I love that the city empties out just a little bit every weekend in the summer. I love walking down an avenue for miles while digging into a frozen treat. Seeing summer festivals of theater and free movies. Going to a Mets game and drinking the coldest beer possible under the flood lights. Sitting in the sidewalk section of a local restaurant and watching people walk by. Ahhhh.
So, Labor Day, take your sweet time. Don't be laborious. Be lazy. I need a few more minutes of these perfect, quiet, empty-headed, cold beer-drenched days to get me through a NYC winter that will somehow be here in a mere matter of minutes.
And thank you, gods of the NYC perfect summer, for your best summer yet.
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