Early fall, Mid Atlantic Coast (preff NYC) 48 to 52 degrees F, Right around sundown, if that ain't the weather in heaven then I don't wanna go.

Warm. I get cold very easily, and being cold is an incredibly uncomfortable sensation for me. That said, I love crisp, cool fall days.

Man, sometimes I really miss New England.

Warm. Beach. Surf. (Not scenery - more sound effects). Sleep.

I like it hotter than hell...mmmm...heat. It may be July, and summer here, but it's not a typical July day, it's kind of damp and blah. I have the space heater on under my desk. Good thing there's no one else in this office, they'd probably have lynched me (and my space heater) by now.

I am almost always cold, and I'm that crazy person you see wearing a little sweater or long sleeves in August. People are forever asking me "Aren't you hot???". Yes, I am, and I like it! I'm also that person who gets into their volcanic-heat car after its been sitting outside in direct sunlight for hours and goes "ahhhhh" and then doesn't open any windows.

There are two kinds of people in the world - those who run hot and those who run cold. Invariably, they meet, fall in love, and argue about the thermostat.

Beach for me, please.

I wish I was wearing a sweater. It's t-shirt hot outside here today, but the A/C in this office is set comically high, and I'm in shirt sleeves.

As for a climatic respite. Cold. Log cabin and fireplace, blankets, coffee, porridge, newspapers, dogs.

Beach me. Hot with shade and a nice breeeeeeze off the water

Cool, the sort of end of summer day temperature that you don't see in the USA NE. The day was hot, not humid, but when the sun goes down it cools off to around 60ish. Perfect.

It's been hellishly hot here, and will continue to be hellishly hot for the next several months. Went to San Francisco on the evening of the 4th, though, and froze my ass off. It was uncomfortably chilly after the 100+ days we've been having.

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Desert Island Sweater Locale: Not a locale, really, but a specific time and place. It's that day in late September or early October, in Texas, when the first cold front rolls in. The wind kicks up and the temperature drops 40 degrees in 25 minutes and you finally realize you've survived another summer.

Sweater (or jumper) weather is nice for me... I like to work a little to stay at 98.6F.

(I run hot. I'm afraid that I'm going to have to thermoguard my future best beloved lest I accidentally melt him in my sleep during some spooning session.)

A few days somewhere hot, though, would be amazing right now. By the water. I'll take warm windy rain, too. A bunch of hot sun. And warm nights for nightswimming in the nudie, tootie frootie.

Some of my best memories of Seattle are of floating in Lake Washington at 3am after (admittedly stoopit) diving/cannonball contests off of the floating dock and diving boards.

Sated but refreshed, we'd've swam and romped our drink off along with washing off the sweat and frustration of long nights at work or longer nights drinking. The night air smelled like a sauna that's just cooling down mixed with the mineral scent of low tide from the Bay. Floating on our backs, we'd talk and joke in hushed tones and look at the stars, especially in August when the Leonids outshone the cities' light pollution.

Good, good times. I'd take some of that, thanks.

A quick moment to clarify.

If that was TMI, my sincerest apologies. That post wasn't meant to be provocative. It was merely a memory of a series of events that were remarkably uncomplicated by sexual conquest or personal agenda or the outside world. Doesn't seem that we get those very often as adults, especially as young adults and more's the pity. The memories serve as reminders that the world can be a great place to be and of the environment in which I'd like to spend a few choice days given the choice.

Warm, definitely. I get cold very very easily.

People who like cold, feel free to come to my office. It is 81 outside and inside I am wearing my fleece.

No such thing as TMI, Frisbee Girl. Thanks.

I used to go skinnydipping in these man-made lakes in central Maryland, drunk and high (is this microphone turned on?) with my friends. Muddy bottom thick with unbroken glass bottles. So it seemed since nobody ever cut themselves.

The water was always warm and it always felt good to be naked in it, especially with the added frisson of it being illegal.

It wasn't a particularly sexual nudity, either. Functional nudity. Like getting naked for a shower, or those times when you're a kid and you take your clothes off because you're really hot.

Of course, there were times when our nudity was sexual, but those probably fall somewhere between adolescence and TMI.

It's too friggin hot. If I may transpose both weather and season, I'll take gentle Vancouver's winter rains right now.

Functional nudity: Hiking 4 miles into a secluded desert hot spring. Everyone there is naked, from the old and flabby to the young and firm. You don't even really have to bring a towel because to dry off. You just step out, and minutes later you're dry, with no wet clothes or towel to pack or wear on the 4 miles back out. But bring one to lay on if you must.

Favorite moment there: Being there on mushrooms during a freezing cold and somewhat frightening thunderstorm with lightning and wind and everything. Sitting in hot, hot water with prickly sparkles of cold falling from above. Mossy rocks, dark skies, and not wanting to get out because it was just so comfortable. Yum.

Functional nudity. Like getting naked for a shower, or those times when you're a kid and you take your clothes off because you're really hot.

Exactly. Loquacious, too, got it. Complete unself-consciousness. A beautiful thing. Nothing wrong with sexual nudity, but that's for other times and places. These were more moments out of time.

I want to go somewhere it doesn't rain every day.

Oh, and skinny dipping is one of the best things in the world.

Autumn in the Pacific Northwest:
- sweater, jeans and boots
- bright blue sky with big fluffy clouds
- piles of crunchy red and yellow leaves
- cheeks and nose pink from the cold
- fireplaces
- warm apple cider

Functional nudity. Like getting naked for a shower, or those times when you're a kid and you take your clothes off because you're really hot.

eh. this is kind of embarassing. but I`m heading out so time to get dressed anyway.

yeah, love that stuff, deborah. half my wardrobe is wonderful fall stuff and autumn lasts about three weeks in most of the places I`ve lived.

Oh, I'm crushed to find that iconomy and I could never be roomies; I'm always too hot. And it's too hot now, so I would actually like one of those fall/winter gales we get around here sometimes, with the wind absolutely howling around the building and slamming at the windows as the rain beats down in jagged slants from the slate colored sky.

Just for one day. But instead I'm semi-roasting in the heat (I'm knocking wood, though - it could be worse), and despite that I've actually had to put on long pajama bottoms and socks, because the mosquitos are eating me up tonight.

Oh, and the nicest thing to happen to me last week was an anti-heat wave. It was already in the mid-90s, and a heat wave was forecast on top of that (Athens did actually go to 104 or 105), but instead, in some strange twist of meteorology, we got a cool wave for several days. That was delicious, especially in the face of my horror at the impending heatdoom.

I would like to visit somewhere with seasons. I miss them. Where I live, the weather is fantastic most of the time. But it's boring always having fine weather. When we get a bit of rain, everyone talks like "what a storm, huh?" and most of them have never seen a real storm. Like the storms we used to have in NZ. I remember a storm so powerful it peeled bricks out of our chimney and the wind was so strong that I sat at the window and watched it roll up and blow away the roof of an entire hospital wing like the lid of a sardine can. I would like to feel really cold just for a little while - I am generally too hot with a jacket on, even in winter. Yes, I would like to need to wear a sweater. Just for a while.

Autumn in the Pacific Northwest

Yeah, during the all of 2 weeks that it lasts before the 6-month winter blahs show up.

Mmm, there is that, dg.

I like Vancouver rain, but... it's just a bank of grey. No puffy cumulus, no hard-cauliflower-edged TCUs, no lightning and thunder at all. BO-RING. But I'm from the prairies, where you see the weather rolling in from miles away. It's HUGE and you can SMELL and SEE it coming (lightning dancing around the edges of a monster approaching from far off) and when the wind dies down... you take cover.

That sounds like the storms in Texas, dreamsign. Storms here are rather blah. Even California had better storms.