I try really hard not to complain about weather in New England. Yes, winters are long and this one has been especially brutal. Yes, summers get hot and there is no central air in my apartment. But, spring and fall here are unparalleled. I imagine its like giving birth. You know that labor was rough, but it was worth it. Winter here is rough, but gorgeous spring and early summer days are so wonderful the you forget that suffering you just endured. Same goes for crisp, cool, apple-picking fall days.
I will say, though, "Tan, I miss you. Desperately."