Falling

This post is titled 'Falling' for 2 reasons...
1) I fell
2) It feels like Fall

I fell, flat on my face, while walking briskly down the street the other day.
The front of my flip flop got caught on one of those metal doors on the sidewalk that leads down into who knows where.
This wasn't like a slow, graceful, trip.
I was walking fast and seriously jolted onto the ground like a big fat idiot.
I even made this weird manly grunting noise as I fell.
It is still replaying in my mind.
And of course, I was in a knee-length, flowy a skirt : )
My underwear was exposed.
I scraped my hand and toe.
But mostly, it was my pride that was hurt.
It was bound to happen sooner or later.
I'm not the most coordinated kid on the block.
It's just so funny how awkward you feel after something like that happens.
I felt so surprised/embarrassed/shocked all at the same time.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry as I was sitting there on the dirty sidewalk with a few strangers offering to help me up, my knickers staring them in the face.

So I just forced a half smile, dusted myself off, and went on my way.
I immediately got out my phone and started to text someone...anyone...just to make myself feel better and look like I had friends.

Now to my second point.
Being from Utah where the weather is CRAZYYYY (like It snows in July there) I wasn't prepared for this sudden change in seasons.
It seems like as soon as September 1st hit NYC someone flipped the Fall switch into the 'on' position and out came the boots and gloomy weather.
I'm fine with it.
To tell you the truth, I am fully ready and prepared for some cooler weather up in here.
I'll be the first one to admit I'm not a pretty sight in the extreme heat.
Plus....I get to wear these babies:

FALL!