The weather is superb, and I am walking around the Croatian capital in my T-shirt. My fleece is tucked under one of the knapsack straps. The sun is strong and the sky is blue. Not a single cloud spoils the show. Many people around me are also dressed as though it is May rather than November. But everyone I happen to know is quite concerned. “This can’t be good,” they frown as they point toward the sky. “Enjoy the weather while you can,” I shrug my shoulders and grin happily. The weather is far from good, it goes without saying. Good as it is, that is, its timing is outright lousy. To make matters worse, it has been like this for weeks already. Although it gets cloudy on occasion, there has been no rain for quite a while. For all these reasons, the rest of the fall and the coming winter are a growing mystery. Few people trust the meteorologists any longer. Indeed, the best I can do under the circumstances is to enjoy the weather while I can. Which is why I walk and walk all day long. And I think about the weather as little as I possibly can.