I walked out of the house last evening to allow the dog to do his business.  I looked up into the sky, which was clear and bright.  Evenings are becoming cooler, and summer is almost put to rest.  Soon, the green of the leaves will become a painting of many colors.

They say that this summer had the fewest days with temperatures of 90 degrees or above.  While many are claiming that the world in getting hotter, others are saying that we are actually entering a cooling period.  I can’t say.  All I know is it was a pleasant summer.  There were few days where the humidity made being outside unpleasant.

When you live in Pennsylvania, you accept the cycles of nature.  At the end of each cycle, you feel an almost superior moral authority over those who wake up every day of the year in a climate that is room temperature and of moderate humidity.  I have a friend who lives in Burbank, Calif.  Every day seems climate-perfect.  He takes it for granted that this is normal.  Every time I visit one of these climate-perfect areas, I realize the value and the torment of living in a place like Pennsylvania.

We Pennsylvanians, living through the cycles of cold and hot, rain and drought, have an appreciation of good weather that cannot be understood by those who live in endlessly gorgeous climates.  We are the ones that stare at a clear, star-filled evening, we are thankful for all temperatures over 50 degrees in the winter, we love being outdoors between June and mid-September and, yes, we gaze at the new fallen snow and enjoy its white purity.

It is the cycles of nature that cause us to appreciate the changes and notice the many faces of each year.  It makes Easter a true season of renewal and resurrection. It makes autumn a season of preparation and harvest. It makes Christmas a time of family and friends sitting around a fireplace with the glow of an evergreen Christmas tree.

Each season is more than a change in climate; it is a change in how we dress, what sports we play, where we go and how we work.

Although I love California, Puerto Rico and other constantly moderate climates, I am still a Pennsylvanian who embraces the changing face of nature.  I won’t remember this love of the cycles in winter as I feel my toes freezing when I shovel my driveway, but I will at times recognize the beauty of appreciating the ever-changing weather.

Staff Writer

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