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Almost October

It’s the last day of September and here in northern California we can feel the seasons changing.

We don’t get the brilliant fall colors in the trees here like in New England. Our seasons change more subtlety.

Instead, we tend to notice the little things of seasonal change – like how dark it’s getting to be in the mornings. When we’re used to waking up with the sun already up and daylight outside to this morning where it was dark until almost 7 AM.

Likewise in the evening when the darkness settles in much earlier than we’re used to – and sometime soon we’ll have the startling shift of moving back from Daylight Savings Time to Standard Time – giving us back a bit more of our morning light but robbing us even more of our evening light.

We also got a touch of very light rain overnight – the first glimmer of our traditional rainy season which will be here soon enough.

On my morning walk this morning, I noticed the splotches the rain left behind on the pavement. But what I first noticed was the first smells of fall – that smell of musty wet bark on the ground at our local park – a reminder for me of my years growing up in the midwest when the first good snow would fall and I’d notice how incredibly silent it would be outside – cold, crisp, still – and that beautiful silence.

Tomorrow we leave September behind and arrive in October. Fall is here.

Just for fun, I shared the text of this blog post with Claude, the AI chat bot from Anthropic, and asked it to transform it into the style of David Foster Wallace. It’s much more dramatic than my writing!…

Almost October

The last grubby light of September drags itself wearily over the expanse that is northern California, but even this seemingly endless reach of suburbs and strip malls cannot escape the subtle signs announcing autumn’s ingress. We do not, it is true, experience the pyrotechnic explosion of foliage that sets New England ablaze in actinic oranges and cadaverous greens; our vegetation shifts from its summer torpor to its winter slumber far more discreetly.

And yet the evidence accumulates nonetheless: the darkened dawn that delays its arrival until nearly 7 a.m., the premature nightfall that plunges us into gloom while work and school still claim our attention.

Soon enough the yearly sham of Daylight Saving will end, returning some of the stolen sunlight to our mornings yet robbing even more from our evenings.

A damp breeze scuttles in, bearing advance notice of the imminent rainy season, and leaves behind scattered dark splashes on the pavement.

On my quotidian constitutional this morning, I detected more signs of autumn’s advent: the fungal reek of wet bark in the local park conjured sense-memories of Midwestern childhood, of the first snow’s hushed and glorious descent, the implacable cold, the crystalline perfection of utter silence.

September expires today; October arrives tomorrow. Autumn makes its presence known, however quietly. The year winds down.

Living San Francisco/California Weather

Suddenly All at Once

We’ve had one rough winter in the San Francisco Bay Area. Not rough in the sense that many have living in much more extreme winter conditions. But rough for us.

It seems like we’ve been waiting and waiting for spring to arrive and every time we thought it might be around the corner we took another jag into either an atmospheric river bringing heavy rains and wind from Hawaii to a spin-off low making its way down from Alaska bringing more cold air.

Then suddenly it changed. Yesterday was the first truly glorious spring day with bright sun and temperatures approaching 80 degrees. It took a long time but it seems spring has finally arrived!

And all of this winter’s rain seems to have finally dented California’s multi year drought problem. That’s a good thing!