I realize those in parts of the world with actual snow will giggle at this, but when frost piles up in Southern California, it's time to put on some socks (but yes, I'm still wearing sandals). It's stinkin' cold this morning ("stinkin'" being defined as 38 degrees here in sunny La Mirada).
As a person using public transit--and thus exposed to the weather more than car drivers--I have learned to detect the subtle changes that accompany the change of seasons here in SoCal. But then, I'm thinking that those very subtlties were a major factor in my parents deciding to move here from South Dakota and Illinois. After hearing the snow stories, I'm glad to be a native Californian.
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