Too Much
It’s too: warm, sunny, humid for the start of December. I remember it was the same at this time last year. We stuck our toes in the ocean surf the night of December first: “Can you believe it’s almost Christmas? Almost Christmas.”

I still feel like a stranger who just happens to be living in this town, but I feel sure, walking through campus at class-change, that everyone is waiting for the ten-degree temperature drop predicted for later this afternoon. Everyone waits for the air to become hospitable, breathable again. And who wants this year to be last.