This is my first time living in a place with real seasons. In Southern California, the weather is always mild, usually not too hot, and never too cold. There is relatively little variation between the seasons. Theoretically, you could visit in the late spring, and experience the same weather as late fall. This never seemed strange to me, though there was a bit of disconnect when I would read holiday books where there was snow everywhere. We considered it odd if we had rain.
Here in Colorado, things are very different. From what I hear, the weather is still fairly mild, so I guess it is good we didn’t move to some place like Chicago. The seasons continuously change and I have noticed that I change with them. Throughout the summer, I enjoy being outside, riding my bike and staying out with friends. As that season turns to fall, I start to long for cold nights, blankets, and hot chocolate. I like to be inside where it is warm, working on my various projects while my husband sits close and relaxes. I go into hibernation, just like many of the plants and animals around us. My body has slowed down…gone underground.
Inevitably, somewhere around late February, I start to feel restless. I want to get out again and breathe fresh air. I want to lay down in the sun, or eat salads! All that seems like a distant memory, something I read in a book. Right now it is hard to believe that I will ever long for the sun again. Right now I am content curling up by the fire.