都市の派遣

A kid who didn't know what a season was

I grew up in San Francisco, which means I grew up without seasons. I know that sounds dramatic, but it's true. The temperature didn't really move. The fog rolled in, the fog rolled out. You wore a hoodie in July, and a hoodie in January, and nobody thought twice about it. Trees stayed mostly green. Time passed, but the weather kept its mouth shut about it.

So when I moved to New York, the whole thing was a shock. Not just the cold — I was ready for the cold, everybody warns you about the cold — but the change. The way the air smells is different in October than it is in June. The way the city itself feels like a different city four times a year. I'd never lived inside a calendar like that before.