Somewhere, there must be a fall.
A place where this elusive season does exist. It is a world where chunky knit sweaters live with shorts and tweedy skirts mingle with bare knees and boots. This is the land where fall fashion spreads and lookbooks must be conceived.
I do not reside there.
I can be found somewhere in the middle of America. It's where, if you're not paying enough attention, fall will totally pass you by. These states pay no mind to the passing of Labor Day or it's promise of summer's end. Instead here, we continue on with our triple digits and the sandals and sundresses that make it bearable.
And then, without pause, comes winter. And there's a chill in the air that calls for layers, not for the sake of fashion, but for necessity.
But I am sure, that somewhere, there is fall.