Liz Hand's essay "For the Love of the Dark" (originally published in 2003 in The Washington Post) is required reading for me this time of year. It, like the Bradbury passage I invoked yesterday is a pretty perfect encapsulation of how I feel about this time of year. Even here in Florida it is starting to feel (slightly) cooler. If you look at some of the trees and squint you can sometimes imagine the leaves starting to change colors. It helps if you've been drinking. Liz's work reminds me that even down here, there is a reason for the season.