I'm used to South Bend springs. The calendar is spangled with dazzling warmth surrounded by depression. In one day the perma-cloud lifts and the sun ignites, leaving no choice but to cast off homework and outer layers and play. This is followed by more stretches of gloom interspersed with joy. And eventually, spring wins.
Here, we recover from winter like recovering from a wound. Slow, steady. Unnoticed. You don't consciously acknowledge the new season, you just gradually forget about the old.
One of my friends here is an Aussie. They don't even have winter.
