I just came back from walking in Forest Park, wearing nothing but a T-shirt. Well, a T-shirt, pants, socks, shoes, and “some personal items.” But without an overshirt, a sweater, or a heavy coat. The past few months, I’ve often needed all three. It’s a really nice day out today. Bright and sunny and not much wind. A welcome change from all the snow and ice and rain and cold.

It won’t last, though. By the week after next, it’ll either be 15° and snowing again, or it’ll be 85° and sweltering. I’ve barely been here six months, but I’ve learned that St. Louis weather isn’t very considerate of my desires. I want it to be 55° and foggy, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. Like it was where I grew up.