In San Francisco there is always a fine line between Indian Summer and actual fall. One week you might find yourself half naked in the 85 degree heat on Ocean Beach, and you don't even think its weird that its early October. The next week its foggy in the mornings, and crisply cold all day, except for that one hour in the afternoon when your skin radiates with "Its sunny!!" joy. As we reluctantly start to order our drinks hot versus iced, notice the over-saturation of "Pumpkin Spiced" anything, and add layers upon layers of knits, we accept the bitter transition from summer to autumn.