Autumn In New York Is Not Autumn In Los Angeles
It's acting like "fall" here. It's only 63 degrees outside and overcast. It actually rained for a moment last week. My body is adjusting suspiciously. It was, after all, only three weeks ago that it was over 100 degrees here. Still, the days are getting shorter, the nights longer, and I want to wear sweaters. I want to tell my body, "This is LA. Don't trust anything," but it goes on without me, craving pumpkin soups and closed-toed shoes. What will I tell it when it's 90 degrees in late November? Shhhh, best not to ruin the charade.