I hope this finds you well. It's fall here in North America, and in the City of Angels, that can only mean one thing: love is in the air. Though spring is typically the time of LOVE for most around the world, Los Angeles really has no spring. Palm trees don't die off during the winter and then return in beautiful shades in the spring. The re-birthing time of year for us Southern Californians is the fall. Therefore it's my theory that the one time of year Los Angelenos really seek out love is right before the holiday season.
You see, none of us are originally from Los Angeles, so the 'homesick ping' really hits us hard post Halloween. We seek out love and affection and some kind of solidarity with friends and loved ones because we feel a lack of family around us. Thanksgiving will soon be upon us, and those of us in LA that know what it's like to spend a holiday here alone know what true solitude really feels like. It's this time of year that I truly do wish I had a partner- if nothing else but to give gifts to and bitch about how overrated and annoying Christmas can be.
November is also the month that Los Angeles finally experiences a sense of a season change. Leaves are falling in Hancock Park and Bel Air. The cold wind at night seems to last longer than the 80 degrees during the day. I, for one, wish I was spending the nights at this time of year cuddling up with someone to keep warm in this bitterly freezing, 63 degree fahrenheit chill. Or maybe just a nice Santa Ana to warm everything up?
It's a cold night, LA. So if that special someone is out there, you know what to do.
Pick up the phone and
