It’s here. The crispness in the air, scented by drying grasses and cool Pacific breezes. The ceiling on temperatures in the low 20oC, after weeks of high temperatures and high humidity. The brilliant kingfisher blue of the afternoon sky, scrubbed clean of summer dust and haze. Armada of geese and ducks flying in formation overhead. The sun rises later in the morning, creating need for sunglasses as I head southeastwards to work in the morning.
Yes, summer’s taken a turn on the west coast, and we’re heading into the absolute best time of year.
Well, best time of year if you don’t count cherry season.