I spent the first weekend of November in South Lake Tahoe. On the drive in, the first streak of forest was covered in snow, but after a few miles there were more trees hanging onto their leaves than not, and the stark white was replaced by shades of yellow, orange, and red. The beaches were tolerably cold and empty. I took out my sturdy black wellingtons for the first time this season, repeatedly wearing them into the freezing cold water because it’s fun to feel like I can’t feel a thing. The clocks turned back to standard time that Sunday, so I came home to find that the sky turns pitch-black at 5:00 pm, but I like that the morning gets its sun back. I’ve begun drinking a cup of strong black coffee every morning, a very new habit, and sipping away in that extra bit of light makes for a new routine that may outlive fall.