Fall descended on the North Bay in a big way today. I noticed when I woke up that the ground was wet. It was foggy when I got home from the game last night, and I'd had to use my windshield wipers. But what I thought was a heavy mist this morning turned out to be the residue of an overnight rain.
Then, at mid morning, it started to rain, in that misty, early-fall way where what looks like nothing more than heavy air can soak you through to the skin more effectively than any summer thunderstorm with raindrops the size of gummi-worms. These are sinister showers that invite you to walk through them by appearing harmless, but after you've gone ten feet you feel as if you'd been hit by a water balloon.
But the rain did clear the air, and it also made it unnecessary for me to water my massive garden tonight. That's a chore that takes me at least an hour every night, because I can do no more than half the job at a time. In that sense this weather is welcome, but I'm not really ready to say goodbye to summer yet.
Even though I've complained more than usual about the heat this week, I would rather swelter than shiver. The dark, wintry days ahead, even in sunny California, have a demoralizing effect on my usually sunny disposition. The days get shorter, the nights get longer, and I wither into hibernation mode.
It's odd that I have such trouble coping with wintertime darkness, because I'm a night person. I come to life when the sun goes down, and midnight is my best time of the day. It should follow, then, that winter would be my best season, but I resent everything about it, from the cold to the rain to the gloom of relentless night.