For what it’s worth, this morning marks the unofficial change of the seasons here at the beach.
I lit the fire in the wood stove at dawn, first time this fall. The familiar crackle and pop, the glow in the corner of the kitchen and the smell of wood smoke mixing with the peaceful scent of fresh coffee, fog hanging low on the water, listening to some old Simani songs… summer is decidedly over now.
And winter can’t be far behind.