I love the beach at all times—it’s my favorite place in the world—but there’s a certain particular magic to the beach in the winter. The emptiness, the quiet, the expansiveness. Holly and I took a drive on a dreary day during this winter-that-does-not-feel-like-winter and captured some of what beachy winter looks like.
One thing I like about the switch to Standard Time has been how magical the city feels when I leave work at the end of the day. Sure, I see the lights later at night in Daylight Savings, too, but I’ve noticed a restaurant for the first time precisely because it was lit up so invitingly when seen in the dark. The air in the fall is always more crisp, too, making the lights even prettier.