We recently had a spree of nice days in Chicago. Sunny. Warm, but not too warm. Crisp. Calm.
And it made me realize just how much weather can affect your mood. Or maybe it’s just me and the other 35 million Americans who suffer from seasonal depression. (I’m totally self-diagnosed. I also remove my own stitches, but that’s another story.)
For me, perfect weather is San Diego weather: Sunny and 75 with a light breeze. Nighttime necessitates a cardigan year-round. Day time is flip-flops or flats weather. Boots are doable but optional. You can own a winter wardrobe, but you can also get by on a closet full of skirts.
I’m pretty sure San Diego is your dream weather, too, though I’ve heard rumors of people who like their weather colder. I, of course, have lumped such tales with those of Nessie and Sasquatch and will continue to do so until I hear a first-person narrative.
By the way, I happen to be in San Diego today, where the weather is perfect. And that makes me very, very happy.
Where are you today? Is there someplace you’d rather be?
And does it have anything to do with the weather?
