Well summer is officially over here in NYC. (and everywhere else in the northern hemisphere) I’ve started to remember how oppressive the subways can be with heat. In the winter it is a blessing, because even if the Subway is cold, it’s warmer than outside. However you’re hot already and it’s just plain hot in the subways. It’s hard to describe but the feeling in the summer is never usually pleasant.
We never really got a summer and now that it’s in it's death throes I have very mixed feelings. On one hand it will no longer be hot. This good because I hate to sweat and I hate humidity. However summer gives the sun and beautiful days in the park where you can wriggle yours toes in the grass.
Winter gives you nothing, but fall has a certain charm to it. Scarves come out, and sometimes cool hats. (I love hats) I love the funkiness you can get out of fall fashion. Don't get me wrong, I love the dresses I wore in summer. However, I love colorful leggings and leg warmers.
I guess the end of summer is bittersweet. However at least the Subways won't feel like a tiny pocket of Hell. It will just smell like one.