Joni Mitchell, one of my loves in this life, sings about folks from her part of Canada being "such sky-oriented people." This Jersey boy is as well, in the following way: when it's unambiguously sunny outside--blue skies, minimal clouds, the whole bit, I am often --- infused with a sense --- of lives in tropical and especially Mediterranean climes, both ancient Greece and the US Southwest and Mexico. My entire life has been about living in northern climes and feeling incredibly drawn to the flora, fauna, weather, and ways of life of more southerly places. The first time my Dad took me on a trip to Florida (I was
, I went ecstatically berserk upon seen my "first" palm tree.
More somber skies put me in the mind of NYC in the 1940s, or was it London, walking by shop after shop after shop. Not as pleasant a set of recollections, but equally evocative.