I am not sure why I feel the need to write about this, but I have been suffering from a vague feeling of disorientation for several weeks, and I have just figured out what is causing it. I don’t know what season it is. If you live in a place like Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where I grew up, this is never a problem. The seasons are clearly delineated, with the gradually warming rainy days of spring, when everything turns green and flowers bloom, then the long, hot, summer days, with lightning bugs in the evening and the whine of mosquitos in the night, followed by the cry of the locusts and the gaudy colors of turning leaves of fall, gradually shading into the short days, cold nights, and occasional snows of winter. On the coast of Southern California, where I have Read more…