It’s strange to be caught between two seasons, where the pavements are covered in crimson leaves, but the air is still hot and humid. The city may look like Autumn, but it feels like summer. And I love it. I love heat –– even the kind that sticks to your arm pits and the skin inside your elbows. I’ll tolerate discomfort for the pleasure that heat brings. And while I know that charging through Chinatown with two children at noon is kind of loopy, there’s something so intensely satisfying about the smells, the noise, and the chaos, too. Besides, in a few days we’ll all be wearing lightweight sweaters and walking at a leisurely pace.