"So, like.. what's a micro-climate?"

You know what's funny (funny ironic, not funny ha-ha)? The micro-climate that is San Francisco. (I'm going to table the 'irony' talk for just a minute). So the way the climate works in San Francisco is that you can be in one neighborhood and the sun is shining on you and then walk a few blocks and be in a deep sea of fog. And if you drive even 10 miles outside the city, the temperature warms up by more than 10-15 degrees. When you ask a native to explain what a micro-climate is, they all pretend to know the answer and give a vague response such as "oh you know it's a micro-climate and has to do with the pacific ocean and the bay and..." This means nothing to me.

In addition to the weird micro-climate situation, San Francisco is also known for having consistent tempatures throughout the year. This means it's 60 degrees right now, in August. It also means it's 60 degrees in January. (I'm exaggerating to get my point across and make you New Yorkers a little jealous..)

Okay so here comes the ironic part. Living in a place where change isn't defined by seasons, how do you draw a distinction between time periods, or one season to the next? How will I know it's October or December and no longer summer? It's funny, people say that time passes much faster than you think here because you don't realize it's no longer whatever season you've chosen to label the present. 

So rather than measure time by seasons, I've chosen to do it by experiences. I haven't figured out what this 'season' I'm currently living in will be called, but here are a few of them captured on camera:

Riding bikes across campus

Outside Lands Concert

Outside Ghiradhelli Square