Each year, when the crisp autumn leaves fall to the ground, an image of a carefree Meg Ryan sporting a shaggy lob—carrying a pumpkin in one arm and shopping bags in another—circulates the internet. While I have never been so starry-eyed during my walks throughout New York City— usually I’m profusely sweating, dodging someone body slamming me, and avoiding a misstep into dog excrement—this particular moment from 1998’s You’ve Got Mail encompasses the magic of Manhattan as depicted by the late director and screenwriter Nora Ephron, an aspirational, autumnal bubble that oozes optimism and pumpkin spice.