Strange how the cold grey days of San Francisco’s summer can bring much of the introspection of winter.
Luckily all of the produce is bright and bursting and keeping up with what I remember of seasons.
Every year the cold grey months come, and every year I am still caught off guard.
I was talking to a friend about the vibrancy of nightlife on the East Coast. Toronto is similar in that sense in comparison to Vancouver where I’m from.
I wondered if it had something to do with longing. In NYC and Toronto the harshness of winter forces you inside, and the spring is the first opportunity to be outside, and you don’t want to miss it.
In Vancouver and SF, the cold wet and the sunshine come throughout the year, somewhat unexpectedly, it’s the uniqueness of coastal climates.