L.A. is so slow. Everyone is so chill, and the weather, of course, makes everything better, but it's just a different vibe.
Late February days; and now, at last, Might you have thought that Winter's woe was past; So fair the sky was and so soft the air.
I like Miami in the winter: there's no humidity, no bugs, no mosquitoes. You go out and wear your jacket, and you're all good!
People in L.A. don't have to brace themselves against the cold; they slack off permanently, and their brains turn to mush.
Those new regions [America] which we found and explored with the fleet . . . we may rightly call a New World . . . a continent more densely peopled and abounding in animals than our Europe or Asia or Africa; and, in addition, a climate milder than in any other region known to us.
You've such a lovely temperature.
The air soft as that of Seville in April, and so fragrant that it was delicious to breathe it.
The solitude lends much appeal, because a sea without a harbour surrounds it. Even a modest boat can find few anchorage, and nobody can go ashore unnoticed by the guards. Its winter is mild because it is enclosed by a range of mountains which keeps out the fierce temperature; its summer is unequal. The open sea is very pleasant and it has a view of a beautiful bay.
I love the Mediterranean for the fact that winter is over in a minute, and the almond blossom arrives in January.
Our New England climate is mild and equable compared with that of the Platte.
I get homesick for snow and for winter and for seasons and, really, for weather patterns. But L.A. has some of the best weather, so who can complain when it's 80 degrees and sunny?
In Seattle we live among the trees and the waterways, and we feel we are rocked gently in the cradle of life. Our winters are not cold and our summers are not hot and we congratulate ourselves for choosing such a spectacular place to rest our heads.
Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair
Life in California is beautiful.
It is the north wind that lashes men into Vikings; it is the soft, luscious south wind which lulls them to lotus dreams.
I know there are many things California can offer - personally, professionally, meteorologically - that New York can't. It sounds awesome.
