Those who say southern California has no seasons are merely immune to their subtlety. There was a teeny, tiny nip in the air today, so tiny we'll have to call it a niplet, but we know fall is coming on.
This is a confusing time. On our walk today, Boz and I saw one sleeveless neighbor, one in long sleeves and another in a sweatshirt (I am of the sweatshirt variety). We'll figure it out as the niplet advances to become an actual nip.
We'll know winter, once again, by subtleties. Most everyone will be in sweatshirts and sweaters by then (I'll be in my wool coat). The light will be less gold, more white. And our nip will have a bite to it.