Damn. Your take on fall saddens me. Where I come from fall is the driest season of the year. The chill finally starts to settle in the air and the leaves start to change and a steady light breeze starts in due to the leaves dropping from the trees.
Where I live fall is basically a completely random mix of anything between +15 °C and dry weather (but the ground is still wet from yesterday) and rain at +1 °C, with nights being anything between +10 and -5.
Winter is basically two months of damp +2°C days followed by a February with actual snow that nobody is really happy about because it happens at the worst time possible.
Spring is nice. Then summer rolls around with temps between 30 and 40 °C because of climate change. It’s still better than fall and winter.
Here’s it’s famously golden and famously wet. Coupled with overall gray (thankfully less and less) look of the cities…welcome to depresso season. Or angery for me. Cause rain.
I don’t like cold rain, so Spring is out for me. Fall is DRY here. Like the only temporary drought we ever get. Summers are a mixed bag, mostly unbearably hot and humid, but we do occasionally get strangely cool and dry days where it is too chilly to be standing outside wet in a swimsuit. Winter is great as long as it’s below freezing, which it mostly has been. It’s not even winter yet and we’ve had four good snows. It was -19c yesterday morning, and we’re at the same latitude as Portugal. Sometimes we get a warm winter day with that 2 or 3c rain and that can fuck right off.
Two words.
Summer nights.
Warm, but not too hot, beautiful and calming.
Winter can fuck off until it brings sensible amount of snow.
Fall can fuck off fully as I hate rain.
On the fence about Spring. Sometimes it’s Fall lite, sometines it’s Summer Nights daylight version.
Damn. Your take on fall saddens me. Where I come from fall is the driest season of the year. The chill finally starts to settle in the air and the leaves start to change and a steady light breeze starts in due to the leaves dropping from the trees.
A wet fall on the other hand sounds miserable.
Where I live fall is basically a completely random mix of anything between +15 °C and dry weather (but the ground is still wet from yesterday) and rain at +1 °C, with nights being anything between +10 and -5.
Winter is basically two months of damp +2°C days followed by a February with actual snow that nobody is really happy about because it happens at the worst time possible.
Spring is nice. Then summer rolls around with temps between 30 and 40 °C because of climate change. It’s still better than fall and winter.
Here’s it’s famously golden and famously wet. Coupled with overall gray (thankfully less and less) look of the cities…welcome to depresso season. Or angery for me. Cause rain.
Summer nights are okay but I hate mosquitoes so I don’t get to enjoy them as much as I’d like.
Seconded summer nights.
♪ Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight… ♪
I don’t like cold rain, so Spring is out for me. Fall is DRY here. Like the only temporary drought we ever get. Summers are a mixed bag, mostly unbearably hot and humid, but we do occasionally get strangely cool and dry days where it is too chilly to be standing outside wet in a swimsuit. Winter is great as long as it’s below freezing, which it mostly has been. It’s not even winter yet and we’ve had four good snows. It was -19c yesterday morning, and we’re at the same latitude as Portugal. Sometimes we get a warm winter day with that 2 or 3c rain and that can fuck right off.