So, I think its suppose to be fall. I can't tell because it's 94 degrees here and palm trees don't change color. Fall is my favorite season. Growing up in the northeast it's the time that life seems to be in perfect harmony. The leaves change, families go apple picking and everything is warm and cozy. It seems like all family discords disappear and everyone just is celebrating the goodness of life. Here in SF we have the pumpkin spice latte, and heck we have the largest pumpkin in the us apparently. But, it's not even close to that warm cozy feeling. In fact all the 'normal' i grew up with and learned to appreciate seems to be squashed. Family doesn't mean what I learned it to mean.. I can't go apple picking because we don't have apple trees, and there is something not even remotely romantic about artichoke picking. ha
So i just needed to say that i miss fall, the ocean views I get daily are brilliant.. but i miss my leaves...

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