Winter.

It's a cold winter, the fireplace is barely hot enough. The street outside is wet, the sky is grey. There aren't many people walking their dogs, and those who are, are huddled up and shivering.

Yeah, I shouldn't be whining, this is California and not Ontario, but they really don't know how to insulate buildings here. I liked wandering around the neighborhood when it was warm - it's not as pleasant now. In memory of happier times, here's something I found scrawled on a nearby building a month ago, when the sun was still shining.