Edit: Changing Season
The seasons seem to be changing. I am listening to it rain when a mere week ago I was sweating, cursing the eternal summer, but that is southern California for you. People say there are no seasons here but I think there are. You can feel it. I know when the air begins to turn for us because we’re in it now. Sometimes change is subtle, beautiful. Sometimes you just have trust that you’ll know when it’s time for change, like now.
Being Skin Deep in Joshua Tree