There's no doubt about it. Fall's here. This is how I know.
The Big Star patio, usually packed, was empty yesterday.
One of the coworkers who graciously drove me home yesterday evening joked about turning on the heat.
Another coworker noticed the yellow tint of the leaves on the trees outside our office.
Someone came to work wearing a hat.
I have a hankering for pumpkin scones and cider.
I sipped a fall-flavored pomegranate martini while preparing dinner.
Every time of year is my favorite time of year in Chicago for different reasons. The reason I like this one is because it's a season of transition. Fall is very short in this city. But it's nice to have these few weeks where I can bike to work without packing a change of clothes, a necessity both in the summer and the winter. And it's still warm enough where the windows are open. When I unlock my bike in the morning, I can here American Girl from one neighbor's apartment and If You Leave from another's.