If I didn’t know better, I would swear this to be a beautiful Fall day. The air is crisp with salt air sliding in on the back of a cool breeze, and the atmosphere exudes a mist, though I’m not certain if it is coming from the mountains or the ocean. But it is divine. I smell cedar and ash burning up from a neighbor’s fireplace, (those of you who don't live here are saying a few expletives under your breath right about now, I’m sure) and the nip in the air is telling me to put on a sweater.

Ain’t life grand!
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