I have figured out the perfect climate for me to live in. It goes like this:
A pleasant fall, as expected in the traditional fall months. After all, one does look forward to pulling out one's boots and whatnot.
A mild winter, just enough for hats and sweaters. Maybe a coat.
Then as the excitement of the holidays pass, and we grow weary of our winter wardrobe, the monotoniy of January threatens us;
Spring hits. Not just any spring, an accellerated Spring.
Not the spring that leaves you like an anxious child on the long, long road trip to summer (are we there yet?), but one that lasts just long enough for us to appriciate the passing of the seasons. The flowers, the showers. All that.
And then before you even know it. Before you have a chance to even think, when will it be summer?
And it is long, and it is summer. With hot nights and cool water.
So tell me, where is this?
Stunning photographs by Eric Cahan via but does it float
(PS thanks for all of your kind comments! I think we will print both!)