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the wind is blowing, the leaves are falling, pumpkin pies are baking, and grocery stores are packed. welcome to my favorite time of year.

however, i say that at the changing of every season. the first bird chirps of spring, the delicate morph of spring into summer, the long balmy evenings of late-summer's rendesvous with fall, and now, this peak of fall. other regions call this the beginning of winter, but we still have green leaves on the trees here in southern california. but really, it's not the seasons i love, it's the promises they bring at their onset. it's the hope of something fresh, something different.

i don't love fall. i love seasons. really, i love change.