Maybe I like the weather here because the only thing I have to compare it to is that of northern Illinois. Chicago nights get below fifty degrees this time of year and it's only going to get colder. Some people love that. I am not some people. Santa Ana winds (as opposed to sleet coming off Lake Michigan) are all the bluster I need. My idea of the perfect white Christmas is here.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. The winds are just picking up. It's still autumn. Halloween birthdays are a-happening. (My sister Gina B's, is today - hbd!) Goblins peer out from the deepening dark. An old year ends. As it has since people first rose up on two feet, a new year dawns out of night.