Hello, Retrospection.

So ends my first summer in Los Angeles. One arm slightly tanner than the other. My hair lighter than it's ever been. A heap of pictures and mementos and credit card receipts and the sort of garbage I am reluctant to throw away. Memories were made.

From here on out, I predict a cooling trend. Soon, I'll be using my fireplace again. I welcome that. And I'll be throwing an extra blanket on the bed and wearing my cozy, leopard-print slippers around the house. Soon I'll be keeping candles burning and wishing I had soup. And then it will be summer again.

Days go passing into years. Years go passing day by day.