The Fall, reminds me of so many things. Riding bicycles in Fresh Meadow's and only stopping for ice cream or to split a small bite and steal a moment under the sun. Going home to my mom's, driving around the suburbs, and realizing how beautiful it all really is. Growing up, I guess I never stopped running around - or riding in cars with boys - to really look up and notice how many trees lined our street, or how there are "like, actually, so many pretty flowers in the backyard, ma." - Insert 'selfie' - The Fall,
going home again to find that nothing has changed, except maybe you. Maybe now, you're a season wiser and find that happiness starts by looking up,
counting all the trees, chasing the sun, and still finding a little time to ride in cars with boys, too.
means taking the long way home, with just a hot tea and the flannel he put around your shoulders to keep you warm. If summer is sweet, then what could we call this? New seasons beg for change, but as we store away our crop tops, cheeky shorts, and jellie flatforms, we find ourselves hungering to hold onto the freedom, the spirit of adventure, and wanderlust that summer shows us.
knows that running free,
any time of year,
in all seasons, and against all millennial odds;
starts with the shoe and ends with a tough girl jacket.
A jacket you can throw over your shoulders and shout, "I'm out", as you hit the block running in these. Braving a new season and a little cold is exciting if you stay ready for everyday spontaneity. Maybe, today I'll walk home instead of take the subway. Experience something new, eat fresh, think
And just say yes to the date, the adventure, the long walk, new job, new haircut. Whatever I decide, it's probably best I stay ready; slip into a little denim, grab my leather jacket, and roll out. What's your Modern Trail story sound like? If you're a city dwelling, seeker of adventure, then you've stumbled upon something.
Photos by Cheralee