Basically we get our cycle: hot and humid in the summer, cold and damp in the winter.
And I mean HUMID. I went to Mexico in May and it was HOT, but when I made it back to St. Louis it was actually more uncomfortable than Mexico because it's so humid and stuffy.
But around this time of year (it's autumn up here) is when it's great to live in this area. Colorful, cool, dark (i'm not too fond of the sun) and smells incredible.
Arts? Well, I'm a moviefreak. I don't know, I never thought about it. I guess I do like that sort of thing more than some.
There's no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going. There's no knowing where we're rowing or which way the river's flowing. Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing? Not a speck of light is showing, so the danger must be growing. Are the fires of hell a-glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing? Yes, the danger must be growing 'cause the rowers keep on rowing, and they're certainly not showing any signs that they are slowing. AAAGGHHH!!!