Weather: Baffling

I'm from the North. I was born there, I was raised there for 18 years of my life. I know how the weather is supposed to be in October...cool/cold. The leaves are supposed to be changing colors, or just in the ending phases of their lives. Reds, oranges, yellows, browns; leaves littering the ground. Morning dew has turned into morning frosts, your breath comes out in swirling smoke. I don't like this 80 degree weather. The humidity and the sunshine, radiating heat down on your skin. I don't like that. I'm not used to it; to be honest I'll probably never get used to it. There are no Maple trees to signal the transition into fall. All we have are pine trees, or palm trees or oaks that don't change color. I know we live by the beach, but somebody plant a damn Maple tree infront of my apartment. Cause it sure ain't feeling like fall. Its October 24. The TWENTY FOURTH OF OCTOBER. November is just a week away. At home? We're preparing for the snow, for the winter season, the season of Nor'easters. People are out putting snowtires on their car, getting gas for their snowblower, buying sand and salt for the sidewalks, chopping wood for their fireplaces/woodstoves. As much as I don't like the snow...I do miss it. Terribly in the winter. Cause it reminds me of home. And I don't mean the crappy little dusting of snow we got last year where classes got canceled. I'm talking about the few feet of snow that you get and you still have to trudge to the bus stop. Where school gets canceled for it being TOO cold. Oh, I do miss the good ol'days where we could make tunnels in the snow. I'm sure 90% of this campus population of students hasn't been in place or seen snow more than a foot or two feet for that matter. And at that thought, I smile. Cause they don't know what they're missing. The delight of the first snow man, the first snow angel, the first chance to sled. It truely is a young child's dream come true. I'm pretty sure we don't dream about going to the beach in the winter....