There's something so visceral about fall. The leaves in California resist to change, but I understand them. You can't hold onto something forever, at least not so tightly.
Recently, I've felt a desire to live slower, to take it all in, to think about it a little less. I'm at a really strange period of life where I find myself knowing less and less, yet more and more every day.
I visited home earlier this month.. Going from Los Angeles to the Bay Area always feels like I’m entering another universe. The drastic change in air quality and lush greenery helps.
My sister and I spotted a group of Common Ravens in Golden Gate Park. A group of ravens is called an unkindness, a group of crows is called a murder. Isn’t it strange that we have mean names for such common, everyday creatures?
Can you feel it too? Will you share it with me?(this one’s a bit tender)
11/02/2025