I knew that these leaves would be good if I went out and caught their presence at night, too... If the promised Santa Ana winds arrive tonight, maybe all the dead golden ones will come off our Asian Pear, ready for the blossom in a couple of weeks ... But it's also an opportunity to think about how very confusing the sense of seasons is here. For there are seasons, and definitely, there was a feeling of damp fall in the air today. And, on campus, the conflicting smell of fresh-cut grass. And then the knowledge that this is actually the beginning of the spring semester. That it most certainly doesn't feel like.