When I landed in SF it was somewhere around 50 degrees. To me this was terrific for middle of January, but my weather app said that there was a severe weather alert warning of low temperatures.
In the three days I was there I kept waiting for it to get cold. At night it did get as low as the upper 30's. San Franciscans were walking around in hats and scarves and probably the heaviest coats they owned.
It felt like fall to me - my blood having that New York consistency, which keeps me from having to wear a a coat until mid-December. The funny thing is though, that once I cross the line into coat wearing territory every day become this frozen nightmare, which lasts until sometime in march.
I hate the winter. I hate cold. I hate snow. I hate ice. I hate having to wear a coat. I hate having to wear socks.
This winter hasn't been as bad as some. Today we're getting the first snow all season. We did get like 5 inches or so in October, but that's fall. Although I did think that snowfall was sign of things to come - a potential repeat of last year when it seemed to snow a foot every third day. And because my wife was pregnant, I was out at like 4 am clearing the driveway. It's still cold. It's still dark. It's still winter, though.
The one thing this trip helped me to realize about winter is that I don't necessarily need the constant summer like Florida (having lived in Key West and experienced months of beautiful weather in a row, I know it gets old), but I like the idea of mild weather. I can do upper 30's at night to mid 50's during the day.
That's how January should be. The good news is that this coming Monday it's going to be in the mid-50s here in New York. Of course being NY there has to be some flaw - it's going to rain.