... when cloudy was the weather... I took the YD to school under a pearl-grey sky, through fog that came down to the ground in some places but had lifted to tree-top level in others. In the clear patches the sun slanted down between raggy clouds; in others it turned the fog golden. The trees run the full range from deep-green palms and pines, through bright reds and browns, to a few threadbare early shedders.
It's as close as California gets to autumn. I like it.