We've got 16 °C in January. 18 °C in February and we're happy. It doesn't happen often that winter gets abolished. We're generously smiling at forgotten acquaintances, flexing our newly discovered organ of meteorological conversation:
—Beautiful weather, isn't it? Sunshine every single day.
—Ah, really magnificent! It's only February but feels like late April or even May.
—Indeed, I'd say we're pretty fortunate this year to have so much sunshine.
I can hardly wait for the conversations on the same topic in 5 years.
—Look how beautiful it's today!
—Yes, it's 27 °C today, which is absolutely remarkable for February. And last time it rained it was late May, wasn't it? Marvelous weather.
—Listen, I heard those white bears, you know, I forget their name, are all gone.
—Polar bears. Fuck them, who needs bears? What, you need one? I thought so.
And again in 15.
—Whew, sunny day today, ha?
—Yep, sunny indeed, but only 36 °C, damn. Yesterday it was a tad warmer, 42 °C, still very nice for February, isn't it? I wonder how's March going to be. Over 50, I hope. That's what I call a delightful weather! Especially so since it rains no more (well, except the hurricane season, that is).
—Well, it's nice and all, but I still miss Amsterdam. I cried a river when got flooded, so to speak. Cried more than when New York got flooded, anyway. Cannot get used to those new names the guys use on CNN, The Island of California and all. It's all too new to me.
—New?! If that's new to you imagine how all those palm trees on Oxford St. are to the Brits, haha!