No seasons in Los Angeles? Think again.

The earth shifts, the light shifts and summer's gone. Sunshine that hit squarely a week ago comes skimming down now, glances off the edges of things, barely touches, slowly warms.

Chill air slides through the canyon.

Hawks perch, wait for the updraft. Coyote voices carry further. Monarchs move more slowly. Only daylight races, chases night.