Berkeley with rose and daffodils and tulips and irises all blooming at the same time, so that there was never anything to look forward to."
Birds of America, Mary McCarthy, p. 10
The air has turned. I felt its slight shift when I walked outside this morning. It’s cooler—not cold maybe, not even brisk—but a much welcome change from the oppressive heat of summer in Los Angeles, which almost always climaxes in a volcano of extreme temperature and humidity during the month of September. But it’s now October, and fall is finally here. The days are getting shorter, but the sun shines warm, vivid and clear, not glaring, bright without blinding.
