I'm not really denying that San Diego has seasons -- you can find them if you hunt around enough (they're often located a few miles inland). And it's certainly not that I don't appreciate being comfortable almost all year round. Or all that swimming! But a little discomfort, a little change, a little give and take... damn, it makes life interesting. Oh, I love December in this city -- I've taken to green Christmases with a vengeance. But fall is coming, and it's tingling my spine from two months and two thousand miles away.
Edited to add: interestingly,
readers_list also featured actual season porn today. That one doesn't work for me, though -- badly copyedited and a little bit overdone, you know? readers_list often showcases wonderful writing, but it also occasionally mistakes pretension for talent. I may risk... purpleness, when waxing rhapsodic on the subject, but I do try to restrain myself 