I lived in Michigan for what seemed like a decade: three years in the eighties. One May it was 40F, cloudy, and rainy until May 22. On May 23 it was 95F and too humid to go outside! There was no spring. It might have been the same year when the late fall clouds rolled in on October 23rd. And they covered the whole of the sky, sometimes raining, sometimes, sometimes snowing, sometimes just sitting there looking grim. It was impossible to see the sun, until Thanksgiving. I knew then that no matter what it took, I had to get out.
