The air is different here. The leaves on the deciduous trees have changed color, and the temperatures are seasonably cool. Still, though, it's different. Sixty-two degrees comes with a scent of warmth, comforting rays upon the face, instead of the nibbling chill of East Coast air.
This is nothing new. This is Los Angeles. Yet, after three and a half years, it is still surprising. I'll probably always comment on it.
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