And finally, winter
Last night, as we ate dinner at a rather mediocre pizzeria on the Santa Cruz Pacific Ave. strip, we noticed something unexpected outside: rainfall. Rain! The climate here is so unBostonian — not a drop of rain past April (May? can’t really remember) through summer and fall, and then, in late October/early November, suddenly it begins to rain again. For four months, we’re told. Such is the cruelty of winter in these parts. Up here on campus, this morning, the fog blanket was thicker than normal, and the usual humidity that comes from the redwoods was replaced by something much more palpable, the thick fog of a string of horror movies. Not that I feel any dread; far from it. Walking this afternoon after lunch, I was amazed by how different the place seemed with the fog infecting everything, how quickly I became lost, how buildings simply ceased to exist around me, how I felt such solitude even as students passed me by, shadows across the gray background.
