The weather here is not at all what I expected. We had an unusual summer, in that the only week that even resembled a true summer was the first week of autumn. Now we're well into October, and it feels like...October. It's chilly enough Derrick saw his breath yesterday morning--not something I'd expect to see in southern California. I almost feel like I could be in Indiana or Utah, or some other more temperate part of the country right now, anticipating apples and winter squash; potatoes and warm bowls of soup.
I'm sure spending last weekend in Pennsylvania didn't help.
I am amazed at how similar the weather's been in those two cross-country places. Indeed, if anything the weather in PA was nicer since the skies were clear and blue, not overcast and doing everything from spitting mist to really raining.
The difference is, I know I have no winter to look forward to. No crisp winter mornings, with frost coated windows and icicles; no snow; now biting wind chapping lips and hands, and the delicious warmth after escaping. It's all so uncomfortable, but this weather's teasing me into anticipation of that discomfort. Somehow I suspect I'm going to be disappointed with spring rolls around before I've paid my winter dues.