Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Fall Exists in California
Living in Europe, I felt like the drastic changes in weather somehow made each season a battle victorious.
Surviving the cold snow and icy walks to the train station in my heeled boots meant I was worthy of enjoying the spring flowers that much more. And enduring the rains of spring meant that I was personally entitled to the blissful humid nights of summer. And the sweat of summer made the painted skies and chilly breeze of autumn the sweet denouement of a year-long story told just for me.
I secretly dream of reliving the seasons again. All of you snow shoveling haters out there can call me a crazy heretic all you want, but Mother Nature knows what's up. Snowmen in the front yard is God's way of telling us we're special. Or something.
Fast forward to this past three day weekend, where I found myself in Sonoma. Did you know they have autumn in Sonoma? Because they do, and I had no idea until now. The leaves actually change colors and the entire valley is a rich, golden red hue. It's a dream, especially when paired with a late harvest wine.
Now all that's left is to cross my fingers for some snow in San Francisco. Hey, a girl can dream.