I’m just sayin’
I know that Southern California lacks the intense, crackling beauty that comes with changing leaves of autumn. I know we don’t ever get to watch from our windows as the season’s first snowfall covers streets and lamposts and begs for the making of hot toddies or snow angels or love beneath layers of quilts. I know we don’t get the luscious green that comes with spring or summer nights so hot that you don’t ever need to have a sweater on hand.
I know all this and I do fiercely miss the changing of seasons.
We’re boring around these parts with our sunny-and-73 nearly every day. But it’s pretty damned nice to watch the sun set over the pacific.
While wearing shorts.