Those big white thunderheads bump up over the Sierra's and the smell thickens. The wind comes whistling, whistling and dry crackling leaves fly with that wind and your nose keeps track and notes any change. Then it comes, the rain begins to come down and wash everything clean. It splatters loudly doing its dance along the walks, it runs down the roofs and into the eaves. People laugh and don't mind a bit getting wet.
Colors begin to brighten and then it goes just as quick, but it'll be back.
November air brings snap, the anticipation of pumpkin pies and frosty mornings. Crisp nights and warm quilts. Curling up, tucking down and the smell of wood smoke wafting in the night air. The rest of the time it's windy. Getting colder, then warmer, and wetter, and then spring comes sneaking in again like a smooth green snake.