Natali Madrigal

“Coming Home. There is a time of year in New York, in the fall, which comes suddenly, and doesn't last long, but is enough to make you love it for the rest of the year. If you go away then, you will always think of New York in golden hues, but if you stay you see the filth, the soot, the slush, and later, live in the stench and torrid heat of a New York summer. But in the fall it becomes beautiful, it is red and gold and brown, it's lear and windy and crisp, the streets look cleaner, people step as though walking to a march, the smell of hot chestnuts is everywhere...It's the time of year I love best, and if there is a warm spot in my heart for New York it is for the city at precisely that time of year. And that spell it weaves for two, or three, or four weeks in the late autumn.”
― Danielle Steel