The autumn weekend possesses a certain kind of magic;
Simultaneously invigorating and restorative.
This one was no different.
Cold mornings, oats and coffee on the roof amidst a garden of terra cotta pots.
A hike on trails lined with crumbly leaves, overlooking the river.
A green-lawned winery, reds, whites, sunshine soaking into my face.
Dinner at a Langston Hughes themed restaurant.
S'mores over the gas stove and a documentary.
Two nights of good sleep.
Marathoners at mile sixteen.
Row houses with window boxes.
Eastern Market: Free samples of pears, hummus, apples and chips.
Ice cream with a cousin.
Natural history, Pegmatite.
An rushed goodbye due to impatient public transportation.
The flight from Baltimore to Atlanta, listening to Goose & Fox, sleepily filing away the emanations of these past forty eight hours: brick, siena confetti-leaves, red wine, love, autumn's chill, the feelings brought forth by Autumn Weekend Magic.