My love affair with autumn.

Last week, with B in Seattle, the weather flexed it's autumn muscle. Every year this happens, whether you live in the high desert or the valley. It's quite glorious.
We had nearly hundred degree weather on Wednesday and by Saturday it was bone cold. Monday barely rose above fifty. Oh, and it rained all day. It was completely magical.
My love for the fall is strange. Maybe it's all the holidays lumped together. Or the chance of thick fog on a weekend morning.