good morning fall

This morning, officially, it feels like fall. Southern California fall that is. Perfect light, a teeny breeze blowing off the desert rustling leaves on trees that don't ever really turn, but it's warm still. And just gorgeous.



It's the kind of morning that says, no don't go running, instead sleep a few minutes longer and then drink coffee in the backyard and take pictures.

It's also the kind of morning that says, "Today is your last day of work."

Until December 1st. F*ck yeah.