As I drive to work this morning, there is fresh green where the misty rains spawned growth. The sycamore trees are finally losing their brown leaves, while the maples are just turning lovely yellows and reds. The ficus, palms, and eucalyptus are still green, of course. The radio is still on FM, on the station that has started playing only Christmas music. The air is chilly but not cold. I change to the AM station for the traffic report, and catch the tail end of the surfing report.
Southern California is certainly interesting, but I'll be damned if I know what to call the season.