This is good.
I’m not sure how many of you know Northern California’s weather patterns. The general opinion is that California has no seasons. This is more true in Southern California, but still false over all.
We do have seasons. Registered best by the sensitive.
Let’s start with June. This is when full summer begins. We will likely not see rain again for 4 months, but if we do, the media will react as though we have discovered life on Saturn. Our sky will shine blue as a crayon, day in day out, small white clouds rare enough to name and invite home for dinner. Mostly the temperature will vary between 73 and 82 degrees Fahrenheit. The one week of 90+ will send us into hysteria, and provoke mass fan-buying by those who live in pre-1980 houses without air conditioning.
All sorrow will be seared from our bones, all worry smoothed. Summer in Northern California can be directly valued by the aggregate market capitalization of Silicon Valley companies. In other words, approaching priceless.
But this glory might bore us, without winter. Those golden hills need new green grass, and that requires water. Sometimes the rains come in November, sometimes not fully until March. This year, the first showers showed up in October. And it feels that we are entering a time of long meditation. As though pesky thoughts will reach resolution, our chests will rise in breath to their full expansion, and end of songs will finally sound.
The media always misses the drama of November rain.
Pit pat, pit pat, spatter pat.