One thing that I haven’t quite yet gotten used to here is the weather. The last two weeks, I have found myself looking up the weather forecast regularly – but in vain! Because nothing ever seems to change. The ten day forecast features a flat line like this ——————- with a mean value around 70 degrees Fahrenheit (21 degrees Celsius). My body insists that it’s time to get out the duffel coat and wrap a puffy scarf around my neck before leaving the house in the mornings – only to break into sweat after just a few steps outside… Also, it never rains. Never. I haven’t seen a drop in five weeks, and I positively believe this is the longest I have ever been without rain. Admittedly, it feels quite awkward. September and October are commonly known as San Francisco’s summer, with pleasant temperatures, cloudless skies, and little to no rain at all. Conversely, summer months can be quite brutal; San Franciscans know better than to pack their coats away at the end of winter… I do believe, however, that the four seasons I am so accustomed to carry a deeper sense. Just as your day has a rhythm, yearly seasons pace your life, cutting endless time into regular segments and helping you order your moods. In Silicon Valley, people’s moods seems to default to the same standard all the time, every day, on and on.
I have just checked this week’s weather, and apparently, it will rain on Tuesday. I might actually feel happy about this. Touché.