We don’t do anything by halves here in Anytown.
Our summers are blazing. And humid. And generally disgusting. Walking outside is an invitation for a third-degree sunburn and being crushed to death by the air pressure.
We get a week of in-between. You might call it fall, but fall lasts longer. One week of mild, brisk, golden days is hardly autumn.
Then, winter. Frigid, biting, dry, dark, teeth-chattering winter.
It’s like there’s no middle ground around here. We’re either in Mordor or Antarctica. Right, now it’s Antarctica. You take a deep breath and feel the icicles forming in your sinuses. It’s that stinkin’ cold.
Any more snow?