Is it possible for weather to be "too nice?"

I've been here almost exactly two weeks now and it's been sunny every day. (Well, actually, it was slightly overcast the first two days I was here, but in comparison to a full-on Troy overcast, it was nearly sunny.) I've been told it's going to be sunny and pleasant like this until the winter. The temperature is always between 55 and 75. The trees are green, the flowers are, well, flowering. It's beautiful and, for a upstate NY native, terribly, terribly wrong.

I grew up where the seasons of mud, snow, and mud grudingly allow summer to stop by once a year for a cold, sweating beer. I don't know what the actual statistics are, but I'd wager that sun never reaches the ground 50% of the time (89% of the time on weekends). It makes upstate NY lush, verdant, and alive. It also makes the seat in my leaky convertible damp, but that's not what's at issue.

What kid hasn't heard "It's a beautiful day, go outside and play."

When it's nice out, you take advantage of it. You put everyday crap aside and go out and breathe deeply the smell of leaves and mud and barbeques. You sit outside, and close your eyes so you can feel the sun wrap you and warm you. It's just groovy to be outside where you can be in contact with air and water and earth.

Here, though, it's different. It's _always_ nice. There's no reason to take advantage of how nice the day is. Tomorrow will be nice too, as will next week. It's not that easy for me, though. It is deeply imprinted on my soul; I feel guilty that I'm not outside doing something.

I wanna go out and play!

poz