My friend said he aspired to live in San Diego. Why was that? I asked.
“No change of seasons. No fall.”
Over a million people live in San Diego, so either they like the weather or they don’t care. But if my friend’s description of their unfallen condition is accurate, what do they miss?
In a changeable climate, spring is promise, summer is bounty. Everything is coming, then everything is here. When it arrives, no end is imaginable. The changes of crops and blossoms in July and August pass like cards being dealt from an infinite deck. In fall we know the game …