It's 6-2, With 4 Even, but Isabella is There

The West Coast is preferable to the East Coast in January, February and March. April, May and June are wonderful everywhere. The East sucks in July, August and September because the humidity can knock you to your knees. And November is a toss-up. The score, so far, is 6-0 with 4 even, favor the West Coast.

But nice as October is in Saint Plotniko, The East Coast takes October hands down. The further Northeast you get, the sooner the leaves change from green to gold and red and orange with the first icy breath of winter. The air has the crispness of a newly ripened apple. If you're lucky to get out in the country, the ground begins to crunch as you step on it; even in the city there is a shivering sense that it's time to get out the coats and mittens and slow everything down until Spring. You don't have to read about it, you feel it in your bones. And it's a strangely welcoming feeling.

The East wins December too, because a white Christmas is so much better than a green one.

So, thanks for the picture, Punky-D. Maybe the West Coast wins the war, but the East Coast wins a few battles a year. And Isabella is there.