December is one of my favorite months in California. The mornings are cold, which allows me to pretend I still live somewhere where it gets "legitimately cold." The air is dry and if I walk outside in the middle of the day, the sun warms me to that perfect temperature - not too hot, not too chilly.
The oranges leave their green color behind for actual orange.
The beaches are bit more empty.
And the sky is just a bit more blue.
There are one-leg bike races.
I love the great outdoors.