Living in the Pacific NW, I feel fortunate to live with defined seasons that are rarely too harsh. It creates a sense of yearning though and that creates wanderlust to satisfy the needs. When the gloom of too much Winter grey closes in around late February (or sooner) then the warmth and sun of the desert beckons. But, there is also a pull to that Winter river and swinging the rod for Steelhead. Soon enough, I will be wishing the dog days of Summer were near.
SwittersB & Exploring 