I grew up in east county San Diego, a place void of seasons. Most people consider it to have the best weather in the world. I beg to differ, the monotonous consistency was incredibly uninspiring. I live in the Pacific Northwest now, arguably some of the worst weather in the world. But the feeling I get at the start of each season is hard to describe, the other day I felt powerful sun on my skin for the first time in months and it gave me a crazy lust for days at the beach or beside a winding river.