A Long Day's Journal Into Night

It is Fall. And I don't mean JUST because today is the autumnal equinox, the day when you can supposably balance an egg on end. No not just that, but even here in terminally warm Los Angeles, I can feel the change. The angle of the sun is different I think, making the warmth not hotter, but heavier. Like maple syrup. When I see leaves on the ground here, I crunch every single blessed one I can get my feet on. They don't fall off because of Fall I think, but rather because they are thirsty.

Fall is one of my favorite seasons and if I am not extra sensitive, I might miss it.