In January, in the middle of one of the snowiest winters on record, we flew to Guatemala. In the midst of poverty, we found bouganvilleas filling our vision with their bright colors. Jacaranda high up in the air created a violet mist above us. Cool air, but in the nighttime, where it belongs. We slept with the window open and the cool moonlight pooling on the floor. In the daytime, it was warm enough to consider swimming.
Near the spring solstice, we will fly south, to autumn. It will be cold, with mountain air catching in our throats. We will live in the mountains as the fall progresses, into winter.