I love this time of year. When the darkness is encroaching, approaching, letting its presence be known. There is no denying it, no stopping it. We are barrelling full speed towards the shortest, darkest day of the other 364 and we can't get off. It offers a counterbalance to the incredible, unrelenting sun that is a permanent fixture of Southern California.
I stepped outside my door somewhere around dawn and was greeted with a blast of chllly air. It was assertive and informed my lungs, that yes, indeed, the seasons do change here, even if ever so slightly. I walked to the garden to get some lettuce thankkful that the fall season is actually best for growing leaves, especially in this geography. I love this time of day, this time of year - surrounded by silence and dewy grass. As I turned my back and gathered what I needed, the dark gave way to the orange pink sky. The light was on its way to start afresh.