A Love Letter to the Pumpkin Spice Latte

Author: Zoe Zaneteas

My dearest P.S.L.,

Has it really been so long since we last spoke? The weeks have drudged on in a fit of oblivion, in a nightmare from which I could not wake–so goes life without you. Yet now, you’ve returned, filling my insipid, gloomy days with your sweet, rustic flavor. I feel drawn to your side, my white Converse crunching the radiant leaves underfoot as I power-walk to the nearest Starbucks. I pause to retrieve my iPhone 6, considering heavily the notion of Instagramming the beauty around me. Yet I am unable to do so, for I know that the validation my followers will provide me will be greater should I wait to feature you. I can see it now. I am wearing dark jeans (J Brand of course), a flannel (brand new, yet unnecessarily expensive for its well-worn look), a black, knee-length North Face puffer, a woolen infinity scarf, and Ugg boots (or perhaps my Sorrels–I’ll have to take selfies in both to decide). I will then unwind on the Arts Quad, strategically creating an image featuring my outfit, patches of vibrant trees, a New York Times bestseller that I will never actually finish (or start), and, above all, you, gently cradled in my gel-manicured fingers. Finally, I will edit our snapshot of bliss with Afterlight, filtering for maximum artsy-ness and adding a white border in order to increase the pH of my post. I expect at least 50 ‘likes’, but your comforting presence gives me the hope that I may even surpass 100. Your spice is one that is a privilege to experience, and I am #grateful to be #blessed with the opportunity to do so. I love you, P.S.L., and I will cherish our time together until the Peppermint Mocha returns.

Your loyal patron,

Z.E.Z.