When I moved to Chicago 12 years ago from Southern California, I was in complete shock over the weather changes. The cold was hard to navigate, with layers of down and wool and as much snow and ice under the tires or coating the stairs; and the extreme heat and humidity hard to understand- staying indoors in the summer because it's too hot? I can't say I'm completely used to these extremes, but the one thing I'm starting to appreciate is what all those people told me they liked about Chicago back then - the seasons. For a long time I didn't get it- just give me 70 degrees all the time please - but I can now see the positives, especially come fall. Change is in the air, with the start of school, the tilt of the earth, the shift in weather. The variety of change is reflected in the trees- some leaves are completely gold, or red, or even bare, while others, still a vibrant green, not ready to make their seasonal shift. I think we're all a little like that, transitioning in our own way- not in line with each other always, but getting there eventually.