In this part of Oregon we often get a little February break from the cold rain, when the clouds part and warm (sort of) sunshine pours in. We got such an interim this week. I was in downtown Eugene one afternoon, temporarily free of my winter coat and comfortable in only my wool sweater, when I saw this shorts-and-Tshirt-clad young man come wheeling along on his skateboard, dog in tow with one hand, fishing rod in the other. Was that Summer passing before my eyes? What month is this?! And if he is fine in shorts and short sleeves, why do I need wool and corduroys?