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Spring to remember

 

            
            
            
             I spent three years enjoying the crisp, clean air of the Pacific Northwest. Soaking up the moist precipitation during the winter and spring months, while thoroughly enjoying the tranquil relaxation of the mild summer and fall seasons. There is much to be said all year long about the beautiful Willamette Valley, where I resided in Salem Oregon. Time had come and gone, but not without first letting me squeeze into my stressful work schedule experiences that will stick with me for a lifetime. .
             My views on Oregon's weather may be a little slanted. You must understand that I am from St. Louis. I know about the blistering hot summer days. The humidity is thicker than smog, and the crippling heat that can render you useless. Smog that is dense with the foul odder of jet fuel, diesel and over population. Humid air emerges, seemingly striving to suck every last drop of moisture from your body. As if the faction of air that remained had given in to the precipitation that never falls. Fall in St. Louis is no pleasure ride either, no the fall can be as hot as summer. Before you know it, the heat is a distant memory. The bitter northern jet stream will creep up on you like a thief in the night; Running away with your shorts and tank tops, stashing your swimming suites deep into the abyss of summer comforts; only to be realized a week latter when the heat comes .
             back as if it had never left. Confusing your dresser seems to be the game, because it can go on like this for what seems to be an eternity. Spring is filled with weeks full of rain and thunderstorms that can be heard days after they are gone. Just as you begin to get used to it the proceedings, this evolution makes a full circle. .
             The Willamette Valley on the other hand tends to be much calmer. During the "rainy season" many people will complain about the weather. I remember one of my friends born and raised in Oregon once said to me, "This weather is killing me".


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