Waking in the afternoon of a day that is almost crisp, I went out the door just as the sun emerged from behind a cloud, and I sneezed. Sunlight always seems brighter on a day such as this, when cloud shadows drift across the land, and the still-green oaks are alternately brilliant and dark. There is the occasional whiff of wood smoke on the cool breeze. Burning leaves is still not permitted here until after the first rains, so I'm guessing that someone has lit a fire in their fireplace to ward off the chill. But the sunlight is warm. The cat is now napping on the walk, instead of in the shade of the trees. When she comes to greet me, I pet her, and her fur is warm. Most of the clouds are pile up over the mountains, and the valley is lost in a low haze, but here on the ridges between, it is all blue sky and tumbling masses of silver and white and grey. There will still be enough time for a walk after dinner, I hope, and then a colorful sunset. This will do.