Driving around tonight in the fog makes me realize that I miss weather.
It’s always so hot and dry and boring here in Austin. Give me weather, dammit. Variable weather. Second-guessing weather. “Do I need a coat, an umbrella, or cargo shorts?” weather. It’s what I miss about living in my mid-latitude home state, where we’re reminded that there are four seasons in the year.
I certainly do miss that variability. It kept me present, observant, honest about reality; attentive to how to handle myself in the unknown environment. It gave me news to bemuse.
Some day, Austin may lose all its charm and I’ll pull up stakes and move up a few states, but until then, I’ll have to take what I can from these strange winter weeks and find novelty where I can find it.