i have to admit we have one of the best climates in the world-that is, if you’re willing to sacrifice having no definite “seasons.” we don’t get crisp autumn wind right when september starts, absolutely no color to marvel at during foliage season, white balls of wonder in december, january, february, or march are unheard of, we don’t witness much of “green” in the spring, and definitely no blood sipping vampire bugs leaving little red, bumpy presents.

after spending two days in a place in which it is physically nearly impossible to breathe outside for more than 5 minutes, i realized i should be thankful for this chill californian weather.