It's amazing. I actually feel like the holidays are near. Ironic since as a transplanted east coaster here in southern california riding around the beaches of Newport & Laguna with my top down on the convertible I used to drive many moons prior in Connecticut in the snow and freezing rains. But today it's over 80 degrees. Basketball and tennis courts are hopping with people and the balls of the sport. Young mothers strolling newborns through the neighborhood. And bicyclists clad in colorful uniforms swarming the bike lanes like months to light on a warm summer night.
And I hear from friends and family looking dreamily out the windows of their homes in Minnesota, South Dakota, Colorado, New Jersey. Some see snow. Some sense the brisk air and signs of a harsh winter unfolding.
And me. I wonder. Yet it feels like the holidays. Yet far removed from the familiar weather that creates the sensation of the season.
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