As someone born and raised in California, I deal with 6 months of winter pretty well. I like the snow, I am fairly hearty in the cold. The clear, crisp, cold winter days raise my spirits as much as a nice sunny summer day. Still, I have my moments. A couple of weeks ago I was having nightmares that the first snow would happen any day. The changing of seasons from summer to fall was in the air. I couldn’t believe summer was ending.
Now that fall has clearly set in (ignore today’s hurricane influenced weather), I actually caught myself day dreaming about the winter. I am now looking forward to cooler weather, a bit of snow, coming home to a warm house (it’s been a bit chilly inside since it’s too early to turn on the heat yet). It is funny how the mind works. One minute I am dreading winter and wondering why I live out here, the next I am looking forward to the change of seasons. Actually I think it has more to do with my thesis than the weather. I know that by the time winter really sets in the thesis should be done. Let’s hope that really happens.
