Have I mentioned how much I fucking hate this time of year?
Aside from the pollen covering every surface, which makes using my nose or my eyes damned near impossible, there’s also the developing heat that reminds me that summer is on the way. I don’t like summer. Never have. Summer depresses me. I’d be happy as a clam if the temperature never got far above 65F, and if the sun only came out on days when I specifically planned to be out taking pictures. That’s why I always liked the weather in SF when I lived there, but this week has been one of those weeks where you couldn’t even count on that.
It seemed we had an extra long and extra cold winter this year around these parts. In fact, I was using the space heaters off and on well into April. I liked it. Maybe we’ll have a nice, short, cooler than average summer, too. That would be nice. But I’m not holding my breath.