After the tourists have left and children return to school, beach life slows a notch. October sneaks into La Jolla. Locals appreciate Indian summer and no longer need to share beaches and sidewalks with visitors. Waves break into multiple personalities without concern.
Cool air sleeves each arm as I turn into a neighborhood of trees in transition. The sidewalk's display of orange, scarlet and yellow leaves crisp under my feet. I breathe in morning fires that spiral from chimneys and tint the breeze with the aroma of wood smoke. Sun plays hide and seek with shadows on the pavement.
It's time to carve pumpkins and add to the decorations neighborhoods sport in anticipation of Halloween. Goblins and witches accompany skeletons. Tombstones, black cats and ghosts appear. I'm partial to the spiders.
Creative Write: Write about a time of transition. Notice all the sensory details.
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