Dead of Winter...

I think I have weather envy. I was over on the blog of one my favorite authors, and he was posting about how dreadfully code it is in the UK currently. It's sometimes easy to forget that at this moment, we're in the dead of winter. But I look outside and see a cloudless and sunny blue sky. Cliched for southern California no doubt, but true. I drove to pick up some sushi for lunch earlier and noted the 75 degrees temperature. And over the last few weeks, I've complained about the bitter cold streak we've had, but in truth it only got down to around 40 degrees. A warm winter day in some parts but uncharacteristically cold for San Diego.

The truth is I often think it would be nice to have real seasons. To worry about the winter snow falls and spring showers. To have to open a chest of winter clothes full of wool jackets and leather gloves. To have to shovel snow off the drive way or worry about getting snowed in. Or maybe it's just one of things you wish for but don't really want, just for a change in the monotony of a never ending, painfully unvarying cycle of weather most would be thankful for. If we did get those things, I'd probably be writing wistfully about how nice constant temperate weather would be.