Occasionally, when I'm driving into town I go under several long stretches of tree canopy and when the wind stirs and down come brown leaves, I think for a moment... aah... the fall, a crisp October day. The thought remains for only a moment because its not October... its March, or its July or some other month... not that the month really matters for leaf fall. Its also not a "crisp" day... the temperature is likely to be between 78F and 88F... never enough to be described as "crisp" even by the thinnest blooded North American. Its just that the deciduous trees here in the tropics typically shed leaves in the dry season and then that varies according to the severity of the season! The theory being that lack of water stresses the trees and they drop their leaves in response.
Occasionally I will "see" snowfall on the beach, usually at dusk... or mistake the rustling of leaves, again for the northern, temperate climate fall season. I wonder if humans become imprinted in some basic way early on to a seasonal cycle in the place they were born. And, if so, for people born here on the Isla... I wonder how the four solid northern seasons are reimagined? I wonder if instead of dreaming of a snowy, cold Christmas it is rather of a wonderful trip to the beach with family bobbing and talking in the warm tropical water.
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