Weather report


Christmas is coming, but what season is it anyway?

Roses, geraniums, azaleas, and bougainvillea are all blooming. Camellias and cherry blossoms are just beginning to open. The eucalyptus and palm trees are still green. On the other hand, the cypress trees have lost their leaves, and plate-sized teak leaves clatter to the pavement. Some trees I can’t identify have turned a wishy-washy yellow, not unlike Washington, DC’s pathetic show at autumn color.

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, when we board the bus to the campus at 7:30 in the morning, the sun has still not risen above the mountains. It’s not pitch black, but it seems way too dark to be going to work.

On sunny days, the temperature range is huge. At night, the temperature plunges into the low 40s and at 6:15 in the morning, our apartment is so cold that I can barely stand to do yoga in bare feet. By afternoon, I’m peeling off my long underwear because it’s in the 60s, and with the sun shining directly on me, it feels even warmer.

I’m not exactly sure what season this feels like, but it doesn’t resemble my American Decembers at all.

Posted: Thu - December 18, 2003 at 09:22 AM    


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