It's not here yet. But I have already seen leaves on the ground and heard the crunch as I walked on them. And last night, as I was sitting outside, cooling down from running, I actually saw a leaf fall from a tree. And I thought to myself "That's why they call it 'fall.'" (I know, very deep.)
Pretty soon, that briskness of night will be here. And since its Southern California, it will not be that brisk. Just perfect.
Hot Cocoa.
Light Jackets.
Shorter days.
Sleeping under the blankets.
Scarves.
Wearing sandals still. (because, again, its California)
I love how we can always rely on the seasons changing.
If anything is consistent, it is that things are always changing.
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