Back in the Sad Place, the season of long shadows came with bitter cold. The ground would turn hard and I would wake up to the white snow and angry winds. My feet would hurt and I had to stay inside my plastic barrel and wait for weeks and weeks until the shadows grew short again. Here in California, long shadow season is much kinder. The people complain about temp-er-a-tures "in the fifties" and tuck me in with extra blankets. That's very nice. I've never been so warm while waiting for the sun to come back.