For practical purposes, seasons are tied to the equinoxes and solstices, but nature is never that precise. Sometimes it feels like winter comes sooner or summer comes late, it all depends on the place and the person.
For me the Hawaiian chilly season arrived yesterday. Stepping out the door at 7am to watch the sunrise, my body felt cold in my t-shirt, shorts and slippas (pidgin for flip-flops). So I went back inside and had to put on a long-sleeve over-shirt. I checked the outside thermometer, and it read 62 °F (16.5 °C).
It doesn’t mean I was never cold all summer, that can happen easily if there is any wind blowing when you get out of the water after sunset. Nor does it mean my wife will now turn off the air-conditioner during the day. It was just that personal moment when I felt the passing of a longer time period, the passing of a warm summer season.
I’m sure I will pay for this post with a karmic snowstorm the next time I visit the mainland.
My heart goes out to you, it really does ;-) This was the first morning in a while that we didn’t have to scrape the windshields. I’d love to be able to go out for a run in balmy 62 F weather.