There’s a beautiful moment, when summer and autumn first meet, and the dahlias are in full bloom, and the patios are still bustling and the freshness of fall is easing its way in. You feel it in the morning, crisp and bracing. And you feel it in the late afternoons as you walk home and wish you had a sweater. The air suddenly feels cleaner. This is the time for goosebumps on suntanned arms. This is the time for bare feet and wool sweaters. This is the time for insect repellent and cinnamon. It’s fleeting this moment, which makes it all the lovelier. To quote Leandra Medine, “I love summer and hate everything else,” until this moment comes along and I’m reminded that autumn is always worth saying goodbye to summer for.