However, it goes without saying that my mind, which is very trained to deal with the monotony of what I have been used to in the past, is having a hard time again, wrapping itself around another key difference here in California I haven't yet found comfort in, the lack of "true season change."
What do you mean by "true season change" Jess, you ask? Simple...it is freaking hot here, STILL. For all 32 of my previous years, October means cooler temps. It means finding those sweaters you had been hiding in the basement, cause you will need them soon. It means home owners throughout Colorado can soon put away their lawnmowers, because October brings frost, and an added bonus on Halloween every year, spooky Snow and howling wind.
But this year, for us, October means one thing, temps that I don't normally see on some of the hottest days back home in Colorado. Last week, with two weeks left to train for our 1/2 Marathon, we could not get in a few training runs. Why? The temps reached a balmy and uncomfortable 102, and 100 respectively on Monday and Tuesday of last week. YIPES! Remind me, hasn't the calendar been reading the beginning of fall for a few weeks now? Even last night, we waited until almost 7:15 before starting our run at night. Why? Well by then temps had dipped to 82. Cool when you consider when I wanted to start running, at around 5:30 it was still 94 degrees. CRIPES!
I am sure when Doug and I come home for the Christmas holidays, the smack of the cold, crisp Colorado air hitting our face, the possibility of a few inches of snow on the ground to welcome us home, I will rejoice knowing I don't have to drive in it all winter. I won't be bitter, like in years past about how many times we have had to shovel our driveway by then. But for now, I miss 30 degree temps in the morning, and a cool down at night. I miss seeing those gorgeous aspen trees dance and change colors. I miss watching the seasons change.
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