No seasons in Los Angeles? Think again. The earth shifts, the light shifts and summer's gone.
Look, today, we're not to the equinox yet but it's fall. Sunshine that hit squarely a few weeks 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.



