It’s starting— the weather’s shifting, coughs are getting deeper, green is fading to gold, and I get to wear scarves.
GAME ON.
California catches a lot of flack for “not having seasons,” which we do, they’re just kinda chill about it. Nothing too extreme.
(Until everything catches fire again but shhhh)
Our neighbor’s tree is changing, I look forward to the day I turn the corner in my bike at catch it in all its golden glory.
Meanwhile, let’s enjoy its gorgeous transitional state
Then again, isn’t every state a transitional one? From seed to sapling, green to gold to red to bare to green.
From child to daughter to self to mother.
Little versions of ourselves, tucked in next to each other and around each other like a giant blob of mish-mashed play dough— complete within its components and yet something entirely new as a whole.
I love autumn. It reminds me that change is the course. That life doesn’t need me to MAKE IT HAPPEN, it will unfold as it will.
Because it does, season to season, year after year after year.
So fret not, my darlings. Breathe in and out all day long. The sun will rise and it will set. Wear sunscreen and hydrate.
You are loved by me and others.
Pretty Good Ugly 