On my drive home from work last Friday it sprinkled rain for about five minutes and the air filled with that at once musty but fresh scent of fall–stale but new, like pulling out a favorite sky-gray sweater from under-the-bed storage. That night we turned on the fire and spent the evening in front of it chatting and listening to old-timey tunes on our modified old-timey radio. Yesterday we bought Simon a new sweater, and when he put it on this morning he said just feeling those soft long sleeves on his forearms made him excited for the change of seasons.
Today is officially the first day of autumn, and although the Bay Area likely won’t get actual, sustained fall/winter weather until November, it’s still a transition we’re enjoying more that usual for obvious reasons. Wombat is due in December, and although no month says “winter” to me more than December, he’s technically scheduled to arrive at the tail end of fall. Today it’s sunny and fine out but the breeze still has enough change in it to warrant a lunch of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich, and before long I’ll be in sweaters, boots, and a coat that will hopefully fit all the way around me. In the evening we’ll sit by the fire and chat and listen to the old-timey radio while I knit a pint-sized orange and gray hat to match a bigger one I made for a bigger boy last December. Already even the cats seem fluffier, building their pelts for the cool weather to come. Change is everywhere.