The weather people here in SoCal have been mentioning fall is here. This is a very different autumn for me.
We had clouds from the marine layer overnight. The temperature never got as low as 60°. Right now it’s 68°, so low 70°s before the day is done.
No leaf color. I miss that. I can’t lie.
Can fall foliage properly be described to someone who’s never seen it?
I miss climbing up Sleeping Giant and staring at the countryside.
A spectacular state park in the neighborhood. How lucky can you get?
I don’t miss the angst I suffered dreading winter, just around the corner.
I saw my letter carrier at the neighborhood mailbox cluster a few minutes ago. She was smiling and sorting.
“You have no idea how good you have it,” I offered. She’s never put chains on her mail truck or worn gloves without fingertips.
When we lived in Branford, our carrier Jack Kennedy used to wear shorts well into winter. I suspect there was a wager between the guys at the post office or maybe just communal macho pride. Who wants to be the first to give in?
I miss fall in Connecticut, not what comes next.