After a couple of days of real autumn, the spring has returned. Or is it actually summer? It will take a day or maybe two for the air to warm up again, but the sun is just delicious on one’s skin in the wake of cold and wet darkness. Brrr. Already used to unseasonable weather, one is becoming unreasonable in one’s expectations concerning seasons. Even the notion of seasons is kind of suspect by now. Who needs autumn and winter, anyway? What is wrong with spring and summer? And why is one ever considered unreasonable when it comes to such simple and honest questions about weather?