Summer is winding down — you know it and I know it. I don’t like it when summer starts taking curtain calls. Unlike the end of winter and the start of spring, for me there isn’t that sense of new hope, a new beginning, that sense that anything is possible, and that I can affect huge change. The end of summer means the end of light, green and warmth. Curiously, though, I love fall. The colors: oranges, yellows, and russet reds and the temperature: anywhere from low 60s to mid 70s when combined, make me feel just good about almost everything. Autumn is not only gorgeous, but it’s also comfortable. It’s a sweet spot — not too hot and not too cold. I do like that I live in a place that offers a change of seasons.

Still. If the opportunity to move to San Diego arose tomorrow, I’d take it.

P.S. It’s been a long time since I’ve been here, and I apologize. I’ll explain why in a later post.