Summer is all about stepping out. Letting go of routines. Letting things happen when they like, grow a bit wild.
I don’t know what to expect from autumn in California. I know what it won’t mean: wool hats, apple orchards, chilly evenings kicking around a soccer ball in mittens.
But it does still mean stepping back in. Finding our habits and ways after bit of wildness. I am grateful for that, and for seasons, as quiet they might be.