Talk of the Weather Will Do

Perhaps I spoke too soon in relaying my enjoyment of autumn. After all, we are currently experiencing some seasonably low temperatures - there are days where it's a lot more akin to winter outside than it is to early fall. I'm just not yet ready to layer my clothes this much. To make matters worse, not only are we dealing with temperatures in the forties, but it's raining. A lot. 

I don't always mind the rain, particularly on weekends when I can afford to curl up on the couch or in bed. Sure, I could do without the humidity, particularly on days like yesterday, when I'm having my license picture retaken. However, my primary gripe with rain (and all forms of precipitation, I suppose) is the way in which it impedes travel.

I'm going to New York City tomorrow and staying through Sunday, and the forecast is calling for rain. I've experienced New York in the rain more times than I care to count, from that annoying mist to downpours. Sometimes, it's actually a little fun. 

But more often than not, it's exhausting, particularly when all you'd like to do is enjoy a nice evening in the city. Cold weather rain is always abysmal - all those layers do very little for you when they're all wet. And when it's cold everywhere, where do you go to warm up and dry? You may want to walk carefully, so as to avoid all the puddles, but that usually proves both difficult and useless in Manhattan. And if it's windy out to boot, keeping one's umbrella from looking like this could be considered a sporting event.

But oddly enough, all these unfavorable weather conditions can still lead to an enjoyable experience, particularly when you mentally prepare to be cold and wet with frizzy hair.

And sometimes, the weather forecast is wrong. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.