Yesterday was the first big temperature drop to the area, enough where I felt the first shivers of the approaching chilly season. We don’t experience a proper fall here. Mainly, we have a hot and wet vs a cold and dry season. This is one of the less desirable traits of the area. When I’m on travel, the brilliant colors of autumn are like a scene from a movie–something you’ve been shown but forgot could be experienced in person.
With the change in temperature, other forms of life take note. I notice the squirrels are greedier than usual, recognizing that the time of plenty is fast coming to a close. The underground mycelia rises, fruiting spectacularly after days of transitional rain showers give way to the dry season.
Cold weather can’t come fast enough.