I walked outside my office today at lunchtime and felt a sudden chill in the air, the result of a fast-moving cold front. Without a jacket, I moved briskly to my car and actually turned on the heat for the short drive to Quiznos.
Funny thing is, I now see that it was a reasonable 65 degrees outside this afternoon – not exactly frigid.
Having lived in Florida for 15 years, I've grown accustomed to year-round balminess, and I quite like it. So today, after enjoying sunny days in the upper 70s since "winter" officially began, I was a little taken aback with the slightly nippy weather. I know, I'm a total wuss.
Without a doubt, winter is the best time of year to live in Florida, when much of the rest of the nation is suffering deplorably cold and nasty weather. Our summers, on the other hand, can be excruciatingly hot and humid and, well, long. But I'll happily stay where I am for now. Something tells me that trading our warm sunshine and swaying palms for anything else would be ill advised.